Classic and Contemporary Poetry | ||||||||
Hatchet 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 |
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