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    The Childhood Years

    Solemn reunion with the beaten stone In a downpour, singing starling. There is salt water on your eye-lashes, Droplets on my tongue. Honey mixed with wine. I bit my lower lip. I see through the night darkly The rites of our spiritual circumcision, bird. You are lonesome in your flight Between distance and dream. Over […] More

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    Earth Poem

    Wine for your thoughts. Raft of cornseeds, Whispers in the attic, The locked eyes in the helve, The treading of the sole of the foot In the winepress. You heard tell That trampling tongues Birth Belial roots In the dark pool of rushes? Child, meddle not with the shadows. Stones tasted wine in time past. […] More