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A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The beeches are vibrant because there is black
Last Line: Like lace. Jane with sunspots; with, almost, grace.
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of; Melancholy; Trees; Dejection


The beeches are vibrant because there is black
in them against the horizon. Hundreds of calla lilies,
the sun's fingers nudge the wide-hipped clouds. Here we are

summoned into the world: I pass those whom I pleased
out of disdain to create, what, a style? And those
sulking, coaxed by the beech in full bloom. The bark

was written on, names I can't remember. How long
is your hair now, how long will it be? Hang discretion
and its three-cornered nuts! I love you and vow

I'm no longer idle, climbing a long line of beeches
like lace. Jane with sunspots; with, almost, grace.





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