The sad of it Is lonesome sky The heart on a hill Frost on a barbed wire fence Where to begin to repair The midlife heart In what room to begin to laugh And when to say This has passed And it will be one with us What hole is deep enough To make permanent the moonlight And if the stars Come looking for alms I will remind them I have only the sense Of infinity For purse strings
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This is beautiful and poignant. I think it’s among my favorite poems of yours.
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Thank you. I’m really glad you think so.
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So beautifully written, and it seems like the narrator is reflecting. Indeed, quite poignant and as well raw.
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Thank you Lucy.
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“And if the stars
Come looking for alms…”
such a great line/image.
Also the cold (almost serenity) of the first stanza. Awesome.
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Thanks Chris. I’m glad you lied it. I really appreciate the kind words.
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I enjoyed this Bob, really nicely written.
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Thanks Tom. I’m glad you liked it.
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