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Pillow
 



There's nothing I can't find under there.
Voices in the trees, the missing pages
of the sea.

Everything but sleep.

And night is a river bridging
the speaking and listening banks,

a fortress, undefended and inviolate.

There's nothing that won't fit under it:
fountains clogged with mud and leaves,
the houses of my childhood.

And night begins when my mother's fingers
let go of the thread
they've been tying and untying
to touch toward our fraying story's hem.

Night is the shadow of my father's hands
setting the clock for resurrection.

Or is it the clock unraveled, the numbers flown?

Ther's nothing that hasn't found home there:
discarded wings, lost shoes, a broken alphabet.
Everything but sleep. And night begins

with the first beheading
of the jasmine, its captive fragrance
rid at last of burial clothes.

Li-Young Lee








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    in spaces between thoughts
    21 lines, 10 comments, April 6

My Poetry

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    2255 lines, 21 comments, September 9, 2002. In <200 lines, Crime
  • It had been a whole week since I had seen or heard from J.C. That was not like him at all, but neither was smoking pot. If he won’t come to me, I will just have to go to him. I
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Guest Book

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  • Mr Vertical on July 22
    intimacy-

    to close my eyes
    is to know there is nothing else besides you
    for even in this dark I think of you.
    as these shadows have made me long for tenderness’ touch
    that my hand caresses the silhouette of your thigh
    shoulders paling ‘neath the moon – stardust woven into your hair
    that even as my lips lay voiceless against your skin
    your cheek lies cool upon my pillow.
    then so your words tumble effortlessly into my ear
    as I consider the gentleness within your voice
    or is it only that my heart trembles -
    to be next to you

  • Mr Vertical on May 17


    Rapture

    does beauty sleep alone
    that her leaves have all fallen in the night
    and her trees shiver quietly in their newfound nakedness
    and yet not so immodest is my wind
    that it caresses the starkness her limbs then bare

    clouds churn in this half light
    rolling barrels of thick black smoke spinning on the horizon
    oil upon water; delicately contorting the dawn
    with the soft and wistful mutiny of silent revolution

    the sun begrudgingly awakens
    its pride subdued by the currents of its reckless circumstance
    it is not but a shadow of its self as it clambers listlessly into the sky
    treading the waters of its own light

    and the streets scurry with ocher
    umberings of motherless children chased along by the wind
    the air tepid is yet sweet with their laughter
    and I am haunted by inflection as her soul gathers in the twilight
    of my shadow
  • Mr Vertical on May 3
    brightened belle -
    let down the sun in your hair
    and dance with me in the moonlight
    as we set sway to the laughter of falling leaves
    and the lonesome jubilee of owl song
    then darken your eyes and kiss me but once
    if only you to see the sparkle in mine
    and be the stillness in my arms
    ‘til the morning
    - comes
  • Brian N : Heyas on March 27
    *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* !

    Your girls are getting so big! Conor is 14 months old now .. wow, what a year it has been. He is growing up so fast that I can hardly believe myself. I'm back for a bit and will have to catch up on your work!

    Later,
    B

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