The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.
The lighthouse opens
its solar fan on the coast.
Spinning endlessly at night,
whom is it searching for
when the mortal heart
looks for me in the chest?
Look at the black rock
where it is nailed down.
A crow digs endlessly
but no longer bleeds.
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a crow digging endlessly but no longer bleeding; this speaks to me very well at this moment in time. Wow, I had never run into Aldonsia Storni's work before. Thanks to Nicolette for bringing her to my attention through the contest I am currently running called "Random Old Poetry".
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Actually it wasn't. It was added to this site in 2003. The error has been corrected.
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Lighthouse in the night
From guest Diandra Britton (contact)
I would love to have a copy of this poem in spanish -
From guest Lindsay (contact)
I love this poem...I also know it in spanish. I picked it for a project and i just really loved it. -
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It would be good to have a Spanish version alongside the English. Why not send us all a copy?
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Oldpoetry Research Team
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very nice
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"A crow digs endlessly
but no longer bleeds."
who else was it that wrote alot of 'crow' poems? Ted Huges. that's strange...hmm... -
Hella good
I really liked this. Simple, yet in so little words were conveyed a very dark emotion. Lovely.
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