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Thursday, May 05, 2005

taken from Gwen Harwood's poem "Panther and Peacock"
(for violently stressed people who wanna do something destructive)
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In this twilight hour
the earth blooms velvet-soft, while its immense
authority of volume fails and dies
with the clear colours of substantial day.
Now the sharp iconography of sense

declines to vague abstraction, let your eyes
socket the blaze of Venus, through the play

of leaves in the last branch-caught stir of wings....

tinkling_raine | 4:26 PM| comment

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