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Claire's Poetry Corner | Aug 20

Japanese Poems by Cynthia Zaren

Between the bent boughs of the splayed sumac the silver owl rests his head. The perimeter left by your absence is long to walk in one day. The angel in her credenza of extreme beauty dogs swim the river I look for my heart by the lamp where the light is skitter in the wet black leaves


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