The Silhouettes

(sigh) Rapturous.

"hunched against our wind-tossed histories"

"drowning all of was to raise in dawn what is"

"kisses like the pale glimmer of cave fish"

One teensy distraction--repetition of "glass" and "burnished".

Posted by danae at April 27, 2005 9:02 PM

You're correct. Altered.

Posted by Gerard Van Der Leun at April 27, 2005 11:09 PM


Posted by P.A. Breault at April 28, 2005 8:57 AM

T. S. Eliot meets E. E. Cummings, and both fall in defeat. Gerard, when will you publish a compendium? Each poem outshines the previous, and all are wonderful. Write on.

Posted by Bill at April 28, 2005 7:21 PM