305551, Denis Johnson- Upon Waking Posted by crow, Fri Aug-03-07 02:39 PM
at the far edge of earth, night is going away. another poem begins. slumped over
the typewriter i must get this exactly, i want to make it clear this morning that your
face,as it opens from its shadow, is more perfect than yesterday;and
that the light, as it hesitates over the approach of your smile, has given this
aching bed more than warmth, more than poems; somewy
a generous rose, or a very delicate arrangements of sounds, has come to peace in this new room.
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