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Dew

Shinning in my morning


Threads of light

Made for us

A necklace______________


Stars

In

The night


Waiting in the line

For something

You want


Time passes by

Only

Poems______________


A river

In the

Memory

2012.05.05

BEDSIDE READING by Seamus Heaney

The whole place airier. Big summer trees

Stirring at eye level when we waken

And little shoots of ivy creeping in

Unless they’ve been trained out—-like memories

You’ve trained so long now they can show their face

And keep their distance. White-mouthed depression

Swims out from its shadow like a dolphin

With wet, unreadable, unfurtive eyes.

I swim in Homer. In Book Twenty-three.

At last Odysseus and Penelope

Waken together. One bedpost of the bed

Is the living trunk of an old olive tree

And is their secret. As ours could have been ivy,

Evergreen, atremble and unsaid.

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