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Dismembered angel
In whose heart the earth is still on fire,
The moon still has not been split-off;
Here is the message
Your long night announces:

Everything my eye encompasses this instant:
This fire, the cupped-hand, this window
With trees and miles of snow beyond it,
Even this thought, this poem,
Will be compressed
Into a lump of your sleep
For some other awakening.


Submitted by Adam Stokke

Added: 14 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 12:24 AM | Viewed: 4260 times

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