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5/8/08 18:32It crossed my mind that yesterday's outburst of hysterical haiku could be one of those indicators that I need some time away from work.
So I took some.
( When I stand upright in the wind, my bones turn to dark emeralds. )
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence,
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
--James Wright, "The Jewel"
So I took some.
( When I stand upright in the wind, my bones turn to dark emeralds. )
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence,
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
--James Wright, "The Jewel"