Guest guest Posted January 19, 2008 Report Share Posted January 19, 2008 Exiles Should we open the mountain to let the sun out and are there not jewels on the tongues of lizards? so many treasures in the prisons close though we who are free are now the captives outside the rumors, the promises, the riches and the bars of pain may I bandage your crowbar which is bleeding with bloods of dandelion? Demeter in the meadow grey in the ashen morning mewling on the cliffs of light, Kore is crunching sunseeds listless picking at carbuncles and mother crying for the dimpled arms or thought she Hades promised her the garnet night? earth has such dark pockets dry to pick with fingers' brittled bone until our dusted notions are deathed alone Kore will not play the harp betrayed nor Demeter count the petaled dithyrambs of hope "He loved me, he loved me not -" such a frail tune in winter! yet what a gift be darkness and what a gift be hell should dark prove love invited here as sound was once to heaven's flower-clouded bell - a.o. howell Start the year off right. Easy ways to stay in shape in the new year. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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