night_b
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poet, lover, woman who walks alone through tine, lucid dreamer

Joined: April 2021 Last seen: 3 years ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

White White By Mark Strand For Harold Bloom Now in the middle of my life all things are white. I walk under the trees, the frayed leaves, the wide net of noon, and the day is white. And my breath is white, drifting over the patches of grass and fields of... – *by Mark Strand*	172 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
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White
By Mark Strand
For Harold Bloom
Now in the middle of my life
all things are white.
I walk under the trees,
the frayed leaves,
the wide net of noon,
and the day is white.
And my breath is white,
drifting over the patches
of grass and fields of...

– by Mark Strand

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