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21 August 2013

Blue Sunday


When I look in the mirror
Who is there?

Shadow kisses, shadow love.
Time like glass.

Nobody but me
Can know the sorrow
That wrings me.

The lightning does not go out.

I wish I could be
The cherry
As spring comes on.




From the index of first lines in Kenneth Rexroth, New Poems (New Directions, 1974). Submitted by Howie Good.

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