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Beautiful Cellars

‘No clock: only the Heart’s blood. Only the word.” “I think poetry must, I think it must, Stay open all night In beautiful cellars” Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours *** High round windows over wide glass doors fill with night; The world’s gone to black, to void, to nothing. Can you hear your whispering blood? - surge of surf, wind in dark trees alive - alive - so arise now and go down the noisy steps to the beautiful cellar, to the poetry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 5/9/2015 12:30:00 PM
I think you have given much for soup to think about...Thank you...
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