Tag: war
member name: Anne B. Grote
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October 30, 2007 10:41 AM EDT --
On the roadway
an old quince remains
round, oozing in its sourness.
No longer the golden apple
of its heyday, it has been trampled,
its essence strained,
its seeds cracked. . . .
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April 29, 2008 10:49 AM EDT --
We entered
that slendered stream
of sleep, in our cabin of pine,
underneath the smothered feathered down
of kindly spirits, and the guardian fire crackled
sweet smells from . . .
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November 11, 2006 11:23 AM EST --
Across the yard in early Autumn
On this Veterans' Day
A thousand blackbirds, at least
Swarm like a volcanic cloud
Across the sky into the yard,
Perching in the trees, on land,
In . . .
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November 02, 2008 09:00 PM EST --
The lace curtain lifts
and her eyes search
She hears his voice
and she knows it's not a dream
He sang her a song
that hummed tra la lee
and then he went to war
the bullets . . .
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