Poetry
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love her eyes from were to are
love her eyes from were to arefrom everything in the room to youfrom blue to the brighter glad to see you blueto the shining excited to see you blueand when her head turns away when her face facesthe window when her eyes look out and seethe leaves on the elm saddenfrom green to brilliant as Continue reading
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by Continue reading
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when the elector leaves dresden
when the elector leaves dresdenleaves his mother sophie to answerthe lords of saxony and the emperor’s menwhile he rides one may morning out on a palfreyaccompanied by his huntsman his falconera guest or two with an escortof squires apprenticed to the knights who ridecoursers and great horseswhen he arrives staysat his hunting palace at rochlitz Continue reading
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with words pike pointed
with words pike pointedand spear tipped steel and sharpened and polished piercethe center of his smock let him be the oldest man the man most warped who swingsa leg stiff at the knee and unbent through the door into the kitchen who before the day’s fire’s put in the stove comes uncalled and uninvited unmet Continue reading
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warn with a boundary stone in your voice
warn with a boundary stone in your voicethat doesn’t bend that isn’t movedby how an ox of a son in the fieldfifty years ago was crippleddown to an old uncle who limpsto the servants’ door without summons uncalled his shadow stooped by all the scythes he’s swungby all the straws he’s rakedby all the bundles Continue reading
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