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Posted by fayeroe on November 7, 2004, at 6:01:15
CLENCHED SOUL
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
Pablo NerudaThis man is one of my most favorite poets....
Posted by Jai Narayan on November 8, 2004, at 19:31:33
In reply to I can't write poetry....so I borrowed this~~~~, posted by fayeroe on November 7, 2004, at 6:01:15
thank you Pat, my partner and I read poems at night before bed (actually since the tv died). We have been reading James Tate. We are ready for Pablo Neruda. thanks for the inspiration.
Jai
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