Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Wintry Peacock

As if they were three frail boats, opening their feathers like ragged sails. -DH Lawrence   Each day I walk through a forest with somebody’s name carved on a tree. In the winter, I had seen peacocks and hens, and like the old story, birds flew before me­­: feathers wet with snow. Each of us alone unafraid were trespassing through cemetery trees. Tomorrow it would be someone else walking and […]

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