I know your ghost
still drifts like a dirty angel through this town.
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Poetry
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Undoer of Knots
Enveloped in clouds
of drapery, the Virgin
perches between maimed
angels
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Forever Prisoner
He has by heart the gondolas
of Venice, can summon a teakwood dhow.
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What Happened Then
Strange meeting this, the holes there
in his hands and feet and heart.
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Fine Print
All my nights are like papyrus, drenched in tears,
a wash of disobedience staining my blank ease.
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Come Is the Love Song
A poem by Jessica Powers from The Second “America” Book of Verse, a collection of the best of America poetry, 1930 to 1955.
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St. Brendan’s Round Boat
It wanted to turn, the stern rocking around
to the front, taking the place of the bow,
the bow to the stern, port to starboard
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Psalm 103
The orchid book says to stop watering
right before you think it’s enough, which doesn’t
help much
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Andalusian Hours
I see them lining up for slaughter,/ Judas at the head of the pack/ grunting his way to survival, while my/ pigs do not stand a chance, doomed creatures/ that they are, and it’s a good thing.