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       My name is Danny Beatty.  I am married to Night Hope. I call her Swan.

 

                                                                                                  

 

 

 

 

       this is a baby swan, a cygnet

                         the swan is noble

     and beautiful, the swan

  is a dangerous and fierce  protector

of its loved ones

    

            swans mate for life 

 

 

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i carry your heart

~ e e cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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cubist masterpiece by Night Hope, a tribute to Emily Dickinson
My favorite poem by Night Hope

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 ... a really cool poem by her 

 

Without Poetry by Night Hope


A leaf loosely flung
by wrathful winds I am

dangling
from branches bloodied
by the cruelest blows of an awful axe.

Lost from the furtive forest,
hidden from my searching eyes I am

cast adrift
from savior soil, a trunk severed
from its ravenous roots,
rolling in fury from a fearful precipice
too steep to bear

in silence...

 

 

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