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First Fortepiano SonnetThere is a book of wonder,Each page's lines weave secrets and dreams. Page-ancient garden flowers fables and moons. Page-a maple bewitches its paper leaves. Page-maenads flicker a white row Outlined in skittering void, Drunk on spells of the green-faced moon, All ten rooting through the keys of dreams. Proud, fierce, clean as crystals, Bound in emeralds, The swarm of girls plagues me And I pray to break the silver chains... But there is no peace, no parting, no oblivion for us. Their tracings score my heart. |
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Issue #4, October, 1998 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.