Obol Poems - Poems about Obol

...Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amon......

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...Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous; unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds. Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole; alight upon pellucid remnant image. I stifle yawn as......

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...Nor thunder in the dark, nor flash, nor fire, nor other pyrotechnics that, they say, accompany all such events, nor dire phantasmagorias, going astray in the unconsciousness. I’m all alone dow......

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...he and I were sitting face to face staring at each other with a small tea table between us there was neither a cup of coffee nor a piece of fruit or a slice of cake on the table but a piece of ......

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...In the shadow, behind the tree, on the meadow, bend your knee, down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock, hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell, dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow travel......

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