Tag: poem
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the honeyed river of summer
the honeyed river of summerflows through my open windowas I drive home through Nisquallydust in my eyes and shadows on my tongue I’ve been watching all the omens:a pregnant fish split opena flock of gulls headed to the mountainsI hear that raven finally stole the sunnow that everything else has already been stolen lives, and…
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Portrait for Lady Agnew of Lochnaw
Shape me.Chisel me up some accomplishments.Don’t erase this mind with those smooth Sargent strokestrading a life for an eternal raised eyebrowreplacing a well-woven historywith a few lines about beauty. Don’t neglect the indents in my flesh —the armchair grasped too tightlyreupholstered in silk and nervous twitches.Carve my jaw hard like I grind it at nightbut…
K. D. Hume 