BC 2: Who is God?
I tried to call you
yesterday
but pine trees interrupted with incessant
needles. Nothing
threads through those conditions,
all things being
equal. At
the borders of every
mathematical equation the
wilderness invites infinity to
answer questions what
is black and white and
perpendicular all over—God
the sons of hornets damn this aftermath.
~Son Rivers 2005
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
3 weeks ago

4 comments:
Nice poem.
Your poems are kinda nice....where did u get all the pictures from?
Thanks Celine. They're photos I've taken through the years at Acadia National Park. I've digitalised them using various adjustments and filters.
thanks remote.
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