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& then afterward

Blog pix 1557 POEM (From the Poetry Foundation):

& then afterward by Nate Pritts  

    I woke to early sun:
    burning of fire, & then afterward.
    We kept reaching
    through the long night.
the small deceptions
we allow ourselves:
a sickness, unchecked.
Like this:
Blog pix 1511     (iii)
     & first sunlight.
     Snow continues.
     I could never close my eyes to light.
     But there was no light
     & you looked like night.
     There must be a pattern,
s   now slow-dropping in wet clusters
     through the wooden arms
     of empty trees.
    Sun fingering its way
    through branches
    I’d hung my life on.
    We don’t matter a bit; realization
    forces our eyes closed—
A sickness, unchecked, like this.
I’d hung my life on
burning of fire, & then afterward.
Our arms together
we searched for patterns
& sunlight.
Our arms laced together,
pointing together
over wind-tossed grasses.
Us: waist deep in night blue.
There was no light.
You pointed.
Sun overhead,
you pointed
to the wind-tossed grasses.
This is a memory now.
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    Together in that first sun,
    so vivid:
    there must be a pattern
    I’d hung my life on.
S   now dropped in clusters,
    staggered & jagged.
    We don’t matter a bit.
    Reflected in lake water:
    all these things I’ll forget.
(   xiv)
     Our arms together
     but we keep reaching
 over the wind-tossed grasses.
Black smoke curling:
the importance
of night-blue field grass,
the importance of.
The stars are close; we try to hold together.
All this ends
but until then:
burning of fire, & then afterward.
The stars are close; we try to hold.
Such distance between the fallen!
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    Burning of fire, & then afterward.
    You pointed.
(   xix)
    Grasses silently fold,
a   sickness, unchecked, reaching. Like this.
     Wooden arms of trees
     long since emptied.
    This ends in darkness,
&  all the stars within reach,
&  other constellations.





Very nice. And nice to see you online...


Gorgeous knitting!


I ADORE Mary Stewart. I need to dig out my copies and reread her (because I don't have enough on my to-read list ^_^).


I ADORE Mary Stewart. I must needs dig out my copies for a reread. She may be just what I need!


That's amazing. Thank you.

Mary Lou

Nice. Thanks.




Lovely. Nicely illustrated.


You always find the best poems. Thanks.




just wanted to say i miss ya!


Wow!!! I enjoyed reading this beautiful work and seeing your latest WIP, it's going to be beautiful too.


Wow. What a poem...I may have to print this one out to reread and ponder from time to time.

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