The Wanderer, Part III, translation of the ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
...The Wanderer, Part III
The wise man contemplates these ruins,
considers this dark life soberly,
remembers the blood spilled here
in multitudes of battles,
then says:
“Where is the horse no...
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Categories:
wormlike, loss, sorrow, time, travel,
Form: Free verse
The Rudiments of Wings
...THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS
Barely stubs,
these soul nodules,
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
mec...
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Categories:
wormlike, butterfly, change, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Like a Gentle Sneeze
...The tree stretches its branches
Like a cat waking up from sleep
Its leaves give a little shake
Almost like a gentle sneeze
Looks down at the passing river
Snaking its way past its roots
Watering n...
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Categories:
wormlike, nature, tree, river, tree,
Form: Personification
Despair
...Every afternoon at 12:24
Dwell the long gray moments in the middle
Bewildered and lost in a dark tunnel
With no merciful light on either side
Five days a week just at 12:24
Dwell relentless worm...
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Categories:
wormlike, funny, life, school, time
Form: Burlesque