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You can call on beauty still and it will leap

from all directions

 

you can write beauty into the cruel file

of things done  things left undone  but

 

once we were dissimilar

yet unseparate  that’s beauty  that’s what you catch

 

in the newborn’s midnight gaze

the fog that melts the falling stars

 

the virus from the smashed lianas driven

searching now for us

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2 Comments

  1. The imagery in the last stanza really impressed me. Not only is it strong, but it is also highly unique, and I love it.

    • elisabetta beneforti
    • Posted November 20, 2012 at 7:21 pm
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    me to. ..Adrienne is a great poet and I can read her one milion times like the first time. thank you for coming 🙂


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