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PathwaysThe road to Sommières across the garrigue, that rises in deep green tiers Sun, mistral, and bridges liable to be flooded Mind that oscillates between the metaphysical and the pleasures of the body Greek blue and ochre of Egypt A piano slumbers above hard, dry stones The woman says, "I dreamed of a life upholstered in roses; French spoken in the drawing rooms, and tiger lilies always blossoming. But now the gardens of my life are dead. I begin to wonder If they ever lived." |
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Issue #13, January, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.