Tag Archives: The Stones of Emptiness (1967)

Dust — poem all about #death #indestructibility #beauty #poetry #phoenix

Beautiful only when the light catches it Arrested yet volatile in a shaft of sun, Or under the microscope, like an ancient detritus Of snowflakes: otherwise valueless debris. The ash from my cigarette, the air from my lungs, The soles … Continue reading

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Two Faces

One gets inured to having the wrong face. For years I thought it soft, too pink and young To match that shrewd, mature, and self-possessed Person behind it. In a forced grimace I saw all that I should have been, … Continue reading

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