Pure Hallow Tone by Sidney Wade

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The blank
moon sheds
it clothes
all over
my lawn
then melts
into the shallow
bath of itself

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Longing

flushed
with wine

perambulates
the garden

knocks
on my door

loosens
its shoulders

and opens

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The blue
heart breaks
and pools
on the floor

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Night lays
my body down
in the heart
of the house
and begins
its bald
ministrations

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Gold
on my eyes
I lie
on the ribs
of the stone boat
which floats
in full-bodied
silence
toward
the island
of reeds

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I bear
in mind
the heft
of the tongue
and articulate
the slenderest
of figures—
nostalgia
for the bed
of singing
grasses

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