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Post by MoonyLuna on Mar 1, 2009 12:15:11 GMT -5
Small sphere my tiny planet among giants orb of my body
turning—oh not true that space holds no sound: here
your voice around me the dust of stars spinning into being and then
that other hour: dark lustrous and endless
endless and lustrous that other hour: dark
spinning into being and then the dust of stars your voice around me
holds no sound: here that space turning—oh not true
orb of my body among giants small sphere my tiny planet
"What is green in me" lightens and falls away gold
scattering strikes the wind
I dreamed of catching two dark fish on one hook: one had only a head
cast deep and address the wind:
when one thing disappears
the hidden shows
copyright Kathleen Jesme
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Post by MoonyLuna on Mar 1, 2009 12:16:02 GMT -5
Featured Poet Kathleen Jesme
Kathleen Jesme is the author of two previous collections of poetry, Motherhouse, winner of the Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize, and Fire Eater. She lives in Minnesota.
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