November
Moonless sleet on dead leaves starless } wind/chimes black blank woods dreamless sleep of a child
Douglas Bowman
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Moonless sleet on dead leaves starless } wind/chimes black blank woods dreamless sleep of a child
Nearly every line here is built from absence. The night has no moon, no stars, no dreams. What remains is small and bare: sleet falling on dead leaves, wind that sounds like chimes, and woods that the poem calls "black blank." The repeated "-less" words (moonless, starless, dreamless) work like a…
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