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Article: The Dead.(Poem)
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- Poetry
- Article date:
- April 1, 2003
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THE DEAD
They stroll in a field with no bounds
or rein, their traceless steps
in luxuriant grass. There are no harps
or wings, no cauldrons or flames.
Each guest rises equal from a bed
of reeds. One leans his back on a tree,
luminous cloak against counterfeit bark.
Another lounges in the perpetual breeze,
arm outstretched, as if trailing his fingers,
adrift at sea. Somewhere behind
they relinquished their pasts.
The boy climbing from bough
to bough couldn't say from where
he ...