Tuesday, March 16, 2010

An Old Poem for H.D.

Why is it we
Seek the portal
To immortality

In the charred hollow depth
Of the quiet willow tree?

It is here, brother,
In a drowsy summer breeze

Weeping for forever
The death in me.
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