Amanda Reid wrote:
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> The thunder pounds my window and the sky
> Releases still more green to stain the ground;
> The cat alerts one ear, but constant sound
> Dulls even soldiers to the softest lie,
> And she is inside. Soon enough, to try
> The rabbit, blackbird, blade of grass she found
> Unlike all others. Dreaming that the hound
> Sniffs bombs in no man's land, her time goes by
> As mine does not. Again the clock reads two
> As if I had no other thing to say
> And less to know, than that the world took you,
> And took you here or there, but took away.
> Whatever there appears to do,
> The time is -- wrong. But I'm right twice a day.
>
Far In And Near Out
Thunder ****mmies the shutters
Of the sky's surrender
There are urgent green guardians
Near outside the window
Far in, a cat comes tense
In consent to dull soldiers
Of each couched lie
Where she is inside and near
The rabbit has been tried
The blackbird confessed
The jury of green lancers
Is unlike yesterday's
We dream of far hounds
And of bombs in near corners
And of man's close hands
On the mindless clock
And I am declaring nothing
Having less to admit
Than the world which distances
And shrinks your time
Whatever time is
Time is wronged
An approaching murder
Erected more than twice a day.
dmh
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