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ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood […]

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NIGHTMORNINGSKY I’d like to see the tree as it once stood before me, childhood, the branch and leaf a single form of transport, ecstasy shaking my body I give to the leaves, the leaves return, my stare all interchange. But that was when I had a sky to name since I had a belief in […]

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A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond […]

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No. 67 The cold in these mountains is ferocious, has been every year since the beginning. Crowded peaks locked in perennial snows, recluse-dark forests breathing out mists, grasses never sprout before the solstice and leaves start falling in early August. This confusion includes a lost guest now, searching, searching—no sky to be seen.   — Han […]

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SUMMER SONG Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this brilliant, dew-moistened summer morning,— a detached sleepily indifferent smile, a wanderer’s smile,— if I should buy a shirt your color and put on a necktie sky-blue where would they carry me?   — William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963), American poet and inspiration to many […]

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IN VAIN The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet    In vain The key in the lock       In vain The sleeping mother       In vain The lamp in the corner          In vain The lamp in the corner unlit             In vain Abraham Lincoln                         In vain The Aztec empire                            In vain The writing hand: in […]