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Frank Horne

Letters Found Near a Suicide: To all of you

My little stone Sinks quickly Into the bosom of this deep, dark pool Of oblivion ... I have troubled its breast but little Yet those far shores That knew me not Will feel the fleeting, furtive kiss Of my tiny concentric ripples....

Leer el poema Aprender de memoria

Dave Bonta

Night out

my head aching with too much night I hear nothing but owl meet with nothing but wild stone and woods

Dave Bonta

Multi-purpose

an office all morning at noon a home a very busy stone

Dave Bonta

Prospectors

where we met on occasion mining abuses for very small stones locked up in the dirt the fields could not carry our bodies lost and dangerous whole places blown away or driven here and there like ships of lack

Dave Bonta

Taking pains

I have survived the winter pain the wind pain the wish pain but I find I cannot write without a pain great as two stones or a rusted bed

Dave Bonta

Monument

touching the head of the king for this they wounded a stone

Dave Bonta

Sandstone

my stone is well-bred serves well in any injury or sport and will go to bed pretty as all the news of war and sand

Dave Bonta

Talismanic

stone and stone sitting secret as cards one calling me to ore one the settled music of my life

Dave Bonta

Roshambo

stone got the better of paper as I oblige myself with six bottles of wine

Dave Bonta

Masochist

I believe in pain a rose of stone in the lower back I break an oar in I know not what great water

Dave Bonta

A certain slant of light

I search my ears for clear words no spittle or rattle eyes shut like a stone lips working on why I must give thanks the more unthankful my life in the little blue chamber of grief I could not sleep nor wake

Dave Bonta

Gifted

people speak of my gift for sitting with the dead I know the disease of the stone the hot pie made of a swan how a rose cried at the sight of my hands