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 Posted: Wed Nov 4th, 2009 02:21 am
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Lovely for all Souls day

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Kurt:

Thank you.

cummings is a God. And isn't it cool that one can say that about a dead poet (or any other writer/artist). Words live on.

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timmy,

I see the essence of Greek pathos emerging here....

e.e. cummings would love this...

as do I.....

Intriguing....

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All evening I hover
over my desk

grind my teeth,
stare

my tired feet hang
like two small boats

Outside, the ground
catches October
rain in its wet hands

I want to write about
real things:

like loneliness,
which is not fatal

or longing, which is
more dangerous

How white paper holds
fingerprints better
than winter wind

or how ghosts fail
to dent the cold

Instead I write about
flesh kindling bone;
distant farewells

Each of us inheriting
a small part of the dead
we have known, their brief
sunlight, their impossible
travels

How, at night, instead
of sleeping, we should
spoon heat
into our mouths

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