to lie alone in the desert
and stare at the sun
until the sun goes black...
Black sun, black sun of my heart-
Strike down your shaking blaze of fire
Eat up my eyes and brain
Burn me clean and dry of all desire.
Black, black, sun in my heart-
Rain down your murderous love
Your flash and carbon, cancer and heat
Bake me sweet as a dove
Sweet as a stone, black as a bird
Flay me with fire to the bone
Wrap me and wash me in flame
And leave me clean and alone
On the lost shore of a river I know
In the strange-lit country of stone.
-Edward Abbey
A heaping plate of poetry, one serving per day (which doesn't mean every day, just whenever I feel like it).
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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None of the poems posted on here were written by me, I simply choose poems that I like. Please check out my other blog, www.treestellstories.blogspot.com to view my own original poetry, as well as artwork, recipes, random musings and thoughts.
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