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When I was a boy Rainer Maria Rilke

Procession I - Hanging day the Dead Sea was Wang Wei
Friedrich von Schille
only sick.
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• George Burns
Anna Akhmatova
Hanging day. Kapardeli Eftichia
A hollow earth
Constantine P Cavaf
Echoes footsteps of the grave procession.
Walls in sunspots Confucius
Lean to shadow of the shortening morn. Sappho
Theocritus
Behind an eyepatch lushly blue.
Boris Pasternak
The wall of prayer has taken refuge
In a piece of blindness, closed. Muhammad Shanaz
Its grey recessive deeps.
Fretful limbs. Poets by Type
And glances that would sometimes Romantic Poets
Conjure up a drawbridge Beat Poets
Raised but never lowered between
Their gathering and my sway Modernist Poets
Anarchist Poets
Withdraw, as all the living world 18th Century Poets
Belie their absence in a feel of eyes Epic Poets
Barred and secret in the empty home.
Nobel Poets
Of shuttered windows, i know the heart.
Has journeyed far from present. Feminist Poets
Poet Laureate
Tread. Drop. Dread Drop. Dead. Lyric Poets
What may I tell you? What reveal? Sufi Poets
I who before them peered unseen Harlem Renaissance
Who stood one-legged on the untrodden
Verge- lest I should not return. Popular Topics
That I received them? That I wheeled above and flew beneath them. Loving
And brought him on his way.
War
And came to mine, even to the edge
Of the unspeakable encirclement? Loss
What may I tell you of the five Poetry
Bell-ringers on the ropes to chimes. Inspirational
Of silence? Peace
What tell you of rigours of the law?
Free Verse
From watchtowers on stunned walls.
Raised to stay a siege of darkness Life
What whisper to their football thunders. Identity
Vanishing to shrouds of sunlight? Nature

Let not man speak of justice, guilt

Far away, blood-stained in their
Tens of thousands, hands that damned.
These wretches to the pit triumph
But here, alone the solitary deed.

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