into luminous air
Monday, January 14
trying to write haiku but...
the poem fills with word:
imitation not finding the
difference of branch and tree.
one blossom-
a particular grief.
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O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day
when first the shaft into his vision shone
of Light anatomized! Euclid alone
has looked on Beauty bare...
- Edna St. V. Millay
It was such disposession
that made possession joy,
when, strict as Psalm or Lesson,
I learnt your poetry.
- Derek Walcott
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