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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

 

Poem, 10-24-06

I tried the hearing in my head –
A ringing in the fears,
A squeezing of the conscience, dead
Flat calm beneath the gears,

A bedrock that reverberates,
An accent one in three,
A hum which never hesitates,
The suffering’s middle C.

There were so many certain hymns –
Such joyful, pointed noise,
Such windy rattlings of the scrim,
The world’s choral voice;

I climbed the descant at the time
When they were well in cry;
I felt the shimmer, turned the rhyme,
And hung there, in full sky.

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