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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
Rhyming Dictionary SearchHatchet marks in the trunk of a pine.
Winter cracking across that lake
where the ice fishers gather --
ashes and a burning coal.
What fire is this
that the ragged men who huddle there
now hold their hands out over it
like the apostles of old.
Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org
Other Poems of Interest...
SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU
READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU
THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU