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“Memory is this, not the target dead on center
but the hurt unwept.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
but the hurt unwept.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
“It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
“... I touch your absence here
Remembering the speeches of your hair.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
Remembering the speeches of your hair.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
“Landscape II
Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky,
Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands,
Across some murdered rocks refused to die.
It is your absence touches my sad hands
Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.
And catacombs of cloud enshroud the cool
And calm involvement of the darkened plains,
The stunted mourners here: and here, a full
And universal tenderness which drains
The sucked and golden breath of sky comes bare.
Now, while the dark basins the void of space,
Some sudden crickets, ambushing me near,
Discover vowels of your whispered face
And subtly cry. I touch your absence here
Remembering the speeches of your hair.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky,
Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands,
Across some murdered rocks refused to die.
It is your absence touches my sad hands
Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.
And catacombs of cloud enshroud the cool
And calm involvement of the darkened plains,
The stunted mourners here: and here, a full
And universal tenderness which drains
The sucked and golden breath of sky comes bare.
Now, while the dark basins the void of space,
Some sudden crickets, ambushing me near,
Discover vowels of your whispered face
And subtly cry. I touch your absence here
Remembering the speeches of your hair.”
― A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
