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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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. ~ Charles Simic
- Last seen on Oct 13 9:26 AM. Member since June 11, 2001.
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- My mood is , and quote is "cutting up my hands every time i touch you".
- I am a 26 year old girl from Georgia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a mother, nurse.
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Poems I'm focused on
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There is no brilliance here
in spaces between thoughts21 lines, 17 comments, April 6, 2008
My Poetry
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My Stories
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Darkness engulfed the night like a thick blanket of icy blackness. No stars overhead to light the long highway. Nothing but darkness and the winding road to greet Ally as she d2255 lines, 21 comments, September 9, 2002. In <200 lines, Crime
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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. I1800 lines, 9 comments, March 5, 2002. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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I sat by my window and watched as the wind blew the branches of the weeping willow tree against my window, slapping the glass hard just inches from my face. Rain mixed in with1224 lines, 5 comments, March 5, 2002. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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J Macabre on June 9Your still beautiful.
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Ted E Bare on May 22
Happy Memorial Day weekend and please be safe out there (I'm driving to my brothers and I don't want you to hit me...seriously, please be careful so I can see you here at a later time)
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IndyDom316 : Random Hello! on April 7Three years later... Hello!
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kyew on March 24heya, nice to see you still around.
hope things are good with you. adorable kids there
