For Ariel, and for William, who wanted a poem about a window.
It won't go up. It keeps the sun
From shining through my kitchen
Window, but it's torn, and, through
That tear, I sometimes see a shaft
Of light. My life, likewise, has
Gotten worn, and shades the world
Beyond my eyes, but you appear
From time to time, the ray which
Makes it bright.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-07-30 at 14:22
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Salvation
The shade's a worn and brittle thing.It won't go up. It keeps the sun
From shining through my kitchen
Window, but it's torn, and, through
That tear, I sometimes see a shaft
Of light. My life, likewise, has
Gotten worn, and shades the world
Beyond my eyes, but you appear
From time to time, the ray which
Makes it bright.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 79 times
Written on 2015-07-30 at 14:22
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