enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush,one
dead leaf stirring makes a crash
-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-
autumn has gone:will winter never come?
o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and
(very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery)
this one is simple & nice.a
Thank you sooooo much!k
This is a great tutorial thanks!T
wow there is not enough words to describe this poem or any of his other work i think he is one of the best poets ever!!
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I like that the poem is short, Even though the poem got me easily confused in a way. Because there was some vocab I didn;t know..heh..anyways! The title cought my eye, and I clicked it. and Liked how the poet expressed and dragged out his emotion.