βwhere the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.ββEzra Pound.
The apparition paradise projects onto
streets like death,
into the turn of the mountain
Forward on its side
where ice fell and mingled
leaf-like into the ocean
In pure rhythm like a God
in kinship with free
tamed with the ice-cold
Be it known in all hour
as beauty falls alone
where have all they gone?
They had gone home.
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24 responses to “They had gone.”
Excellent poem!
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Powerful.
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Thank you so much. β€
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Stunning, Lucy–took my breath away.
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Wow! Thank you so, so much!
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You’re sincerely welcome!
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Itβs like
Ice-Death-Music
Loved it
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Thanks! π
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A beautiful but also powerful poem, with a punchy finale…
“Be it known in all hour
as beauty falls alone
where have all they gone?
They had gone home.”
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Thank you so much, Ivor. I really appreciate that! β€οΈ
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Always my pleasure
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I’m amazed! Excellent poetry! π
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So glad you enjoyed. Thank you very much! π
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Most welcome. Thank you for sharing. β£οΈ
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Powerful words! Thanks for sharing πββοΈπ
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Thank you!
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profound. wonderful
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Thank you. βΊοΈ
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WELL DONE…BUT NOT TO MY HOUSE!
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Hahaha! Thank you! π
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