Cold Winter Nights In Heaven

 

“I hope some wild kidmonk lay his pamphlet on my grave for God to read me on cold winter nights in heaven.”

 — Allen Ginsberg

 

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o such still windows!

soundless capacity

melancholy house

icy high cliff dwellings

of revellers in gloom/

o short lapse of empathy

one day in late december/

which pervaded my self,

“It was a special items!”

a vacant sentiment, but

 

 

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at length I found silence

I pondered eyes within —

the simple landscapes

feature bedrock down,

o shudder blue luster!

& grapple temptation,

my melancholy house

nursing the odd concern/

upon a trace of mold —

I am still now & you walk

away 

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Peter Bies © 2011

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