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The Shadow
Soft as the bed In the earth
where a stone has lain so
soft, so smooth and so cool
Spring closes me in
with her arms and her hands.
Rich as the smell
of new earth on a stone
that has lain breathing
the damp through Its poresSprIng
closes me in
with her blossomy hair
brings dark to my eyes.
— May 03, 2017 04:45PM
Soft as the bed In the earth
where a stone has lain so
soft, so smooth and so cool
Spring closes me in
with her arms and her hands.
Rich as the smell
of new earth on a stone
that has lain breathing
the damp through Its poresSprIng
closes me in
with her blossomy hair
brings dark to my eyes.
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Imane
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the flower grows
the rose of it nearly all lost
a darkness of dawning purple
paints a deeper afternoon
— May 15, 2017 02:07PM
the rose of it nearly all lost
a darkness of dawning purple
paints a deeper afternoon
Imane
is on page 305 of 482
From : The Sea
The blazing secrecy of noon is undone
and and and
the broken sand is the sound of love-
The flesh is firm that turns in the sea
o la la
the sea that is cold 'With dead men's tears-
— May 07, 2017 11:08AM
The blazing secrecy of noon is undone
and and and
the broken sand is the sound of love-
The flesh is firm that turns in the sea
o la la
the sea that is cold 'With dead men's tears-
Imane
is on page 237 of 482
Primrose
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole-
Clear yellow!
— May 06, 2017 01:22PM
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole-
Clear yellow!
