Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van
the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw
and the coal fire burns
outside, the little hedge leaves are
become quite yellow
a milk-film blurs
the empty bottles on the windowsill
no glory descends
two water drops poise
on the arched green
stem of my neighbor's rose bush
o bent bow of thorns
the cat unsheathes its claws
the world turns
today
today I will not
disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners
or bunch my fist
in the wind's sneer.
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When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you
- Friedrich Nietzshce
Amazing description and top notch poem as always. She devled into the dark side so often, but without it coming across as grotesque and cliche.
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this is beautiful. its hard to imagine her writing this...but everyone tries to resolve themselves sometimes. this is so powerful.
the last stanza is amazing. her metaphors..."twelve black-gowned examiners"...its so clear and striking. i feel like this truly delves into the mind of someone on (or practically over) the brink of insanity.
and how beautiful it is.
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