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BLUE Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs shoot back of your ears’ Rose that tongues like to feel the maze of, slip into the funnel, tell a thunder-whisper to. When I kiss, your eyes’ straight lashes down crisp [...] THE ARMY OF TRUTH Words? Those sounds the world despises. Words in poems? Even more to be disdained! Ah, how feeble are your powers to defend all the truth that man denies! Thunder crack and lightning flash at its presence! Hosts of angels should come swooping down from heaven to the rescue far and wide [...] IN GENERAL This is about no rain in particular, just any rain, rain sounding on the roof, any roof, slate or wood, tin or clay or thatch, any rain among any trees, rain in soft, soundless accumulation, gathering rather than falling on the fir of juniper and cedar, on a lace-community of cobwebs, rain clicking [...] View Ascent activity on 22-Dec-09 at 01:22PM in a larger map Today was not Arizona weather … cold (mid 50s) and overcast from the get-go, and about 5 miles in it started lightly raining on me. When the lightning cracked immediately overhead about 5 minutes later, I decided it was time to tuck tail and [...] A play for the girl A cross for a hook Sinking into the green sea wonder Under the sea Walking the floor Over the waves the wheeling thunder Something’s unguided in the sky tonight There is something unguided in the sky — New Pornographers, “Unguided” If chamois time is training time, then he just got in a good 90 minutes … on the couch, waiting for the rain to stop. Got a text from the short one as I was getting ready to leave work suggesting an easy spin. Since Sunday’s ride was rained out, and Saturday’s ride left a [...] THE STORM 1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces; A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves, And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against the lamp pole. Where have the people gone? [...] I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing [...] |
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