Passing
She comes at certain times
and then you know
she was expected,
her gown so loose about her
as she moves serenely,
extinguishing candles
in her pre-electric evening
with a breath-taking
peacefulness you've
never seen before.
And she bids you now go with her
to a night so dense and dark
that the silence far beyond it
is the emptiness inside you
that you recognize as home.
David Green
- David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I published booklets of my own poems. The original allocation of ISBN numbers is used up now, though. The 'Collected Poems' are now available as a pdf. The website is now what it has become, often more about music than books and not so often about poems. It will be about whatever suggests itself.
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Monday, 7 June 2010
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