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Talismanic
stone and stone
sitting secret as cards
one calling me to ore
one the settled music of my life
Gedichten over het onderwerp: ore
Gedichten over het onderwerp “ore” op Poets.by.
Knowing our place
a place is more than a predecessor
we know
selling places never ought to be
countenanced in the first place
particularly selling
a place of ore
when in the beginning the only place for life
came as a beggar into the void
Geomancy
I speak with the land,
which seems to be wise
and say little, though things change—
ore to money, money to profit,
the afternoon to paper.
Mining region
in the heart of the country
we expect no ambassador
coming here is coming home to ore
and the ordinary feast
I am put in mind of a marsh with all
the all they name nothing in it