May Meditation
Nothing but that youthful green
between the cobalt lake and sky—
a cormorant rising in a cove.
The wind begins to gust, the waves
resounding, drowning out all sound.
~Son Rivers 2007
WHY DID I WAKE? WHEN SHALL I SLEEP AGAIN?
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In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site
for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson.
In it...
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