Friday, August 10, 2018
Old Question
Where,
presently,
the moss?
Can you hear it?
(We talked between the rooms,
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Until the moss had reached our lips,
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And covered up our names.)
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Labels: allusion, death, Emily Dickenson, poetry
Refractions. Some in verse even. Often political.
(We talked between the rooms,
|
Until the moss had reached our lips,
|
And covered up our names.)
|
Labels: allusion, death, Emily Dickenson, poetry