ANGER
There are those who can only dazzle
In anger words of pure heart
Like the steady throb of acytelene
Charring the rind of day
While seeds hardened in the fruit
Your silence holds close to your mouth
The design of such shrill fire
Is invisibility at high noon
Its tungsten fever shrivels
Feasts of flowers, handribs of woods
Darkening cities and curtains
That panic through the tears of widows
But a love folded somewhere
Will not crackle in the embrace of fire
I think of you, how the loves of women
Are specially persistent and
Will not be satisfied with walls whelmed
By fire, their pride habitually
Conceives higher windows brimming
With the stares of children, an earlier
Sun, Fury like a blowtorch left burning on a torn
Edge of pavement, Supposses the leanest landscape,
Like knuckles Drawing no such order as rain,
Whereas our eyes still have those miracles, the wood,
Whose lush silence our feet cannot quench.
2006-06-19
01:00:52
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we have a graded recitation tomorrow...pls help me....
2006-06-19
01:02:01 ·
update #1
Emmanuel S. Torres
2006-06-19
01:17:02 ·
update #2