Verso
Past Blake and innocence,
I dream an aspen quaking
in experience,
its argent parchments forgetting
they are silver leaves,
believing to be gray
decreed and regulation-
sized—until a sounder
wind can turn the pages.
~Son Rivers 2006
THERE AND GONE ….
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Here is an autumn hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: In a moment,It
no longer is —The rainbow. When we look at English poetry, it is common to
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