Tuesday, October 31, 2006

wallace stevens


in dawn we
spare like sole footfall

mica flakes
gold black and carmine
in the valves

banked stone, rock
veined with gold and gray
tensed, like waves.

there was a
shore. she sang a song.

(anguish of
pink in the water.
dripping sun

on waves of
rock and silver, gold,

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