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...he June wind
That blew over wheat fields from Atterbury;
While the white stones in the burying ground
Around the Church shimmered in the summer sun.
And there, though my own memories
Were too great to bear, were you, O pioneers,
With bowed heads breathing forth your sorrow
For the sons killed in battle and the daughters
And little children who vanished in life's morning,
Or at the intolerable hour of noon.
But in those moments of tragic silence,
When the wine and brea...Read More

...d wide the window and rode forth upon the air.
The army widened as it went, and into myriads grew,
O how the lances shimmered, how the silvery trumpets blew!...Read More

...flight.
And everywhere the people stopped
and marveled at the sight.
His path was bright and colorful.
It sparkled, shimmered, shined,
as he arced across the heavens
shooting rainbows from behind.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © Kenn Nesbitt 2016. All Rights Reserved....Read More

...mber 5, 1828.} 


 I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight, 
 Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright; 
 Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye; 
 And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around, 
 Seem'd to question with moody, mysterious sound, 
 The waves, and the pure stars on high. 
 And the clear constellations, that infinite throng, 
 While thousand rich harmonies swelled in their song, 
 Replying, bowed mee...Read More

...In the last spring I ever knew,
In those last days,
I sat in the forsaken orchard
Where beyond fields of greenery shimmered
The hills at Miller's Ford;
Just to muse on the apple tree
With its ruined trunk and blasted branches,
And shoots of green whose delicate blossoms
Were sprinkled over the skeleton tangle,
Never to grow in fruit.
And there was I with my spirit girded
By the flesh half dead, the senses numb
Yet thinking of youth and the earth in youth, --
Such ph...Read More

...Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered 
over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes,
it lies there,
Warm from a woman's soft shoulders, and my fingers close on it, 
caressing.
Where is she, the woman who wore it? The scent of her 
lingers and drugs me!
A languor, fire-shotted, runs through me, and I crush the scarf 
down
on my face...Read More

...s still, 
Who one bright dawn, when each remotest hill 
Stood sharp and clear in Heaven's unclouded blue 
And all Earth shimmered with fresh-beaded dew, 
Risen in the first beams of the gladdening sun, 
Walked up into the mountains. One by one 
Each towering trunk beneath his sturdy stride 
Fell back, and ever wider and more wide 
The boundless prospect opened. Long he strayed, 
From dawn till the last trace of slanting shade 
Had vanished from the canyons, and, disma...Read More

...otle,

That single sentence glowed, ‘And thus we see nobility of soul

Comes only with the conquering of loss’; meaning shimmered in that empty space

Where we believed there was no way to resurrect two sons we’d watched grow up,

One lost to oriental heat and dust, the other to a fate of wards.

It seemed that rainy April Sunday in the musty book-lined rooms

Of Brenda’s flat, mourning the death of Beethoven, her favourite cat,

Watching Mozart’s ginger fur, his plaintiv...Read More

...what was not,

Till the weave of the storm grew thin,
With a threading of cedar-smoke,
And the ice-blind pane of an inn
Shimmered, and I awoke.

How shall I now get back 
To the inn-yard where he stands,
Burdened with every lack,
And waken the stable-hands

To give him, before I think 
That there was no horse at all,
Some hay, some water to drink,
A blanket and a stall?...Read More

...ble and invisible a blazing maple.
Daybreak: a seam at the curve of the world. The trousered legs of the women
 shimmered.
They held their arms in front of them like ghosts.

The coal bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.
An attention hovered over the dream where the world had been.

For if Hiroshima in the morning, after the bomb has fallen,
 is like a dream, one must ask whose dream it is. {1}

Must understand how not to speak would ca...Read More

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