fifty grades of Che
as night falls,
passes the rain
light breaks through shattered squalls
as night falls
we reach an end to dolls
but not to pain
as night falls,
passes the rain
"...And if you are unpanicked, tell me what you find
On how the sun flies and the snow is spent,
What blasts and bessemers we live in, that dissolve
All the loam loaned to spine and ligament."
--Reuel Denney, in: The New Pocket Anthology of American Verse (1955)
Labels: #CassiniDiskus, #triolets
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