POETRY UNTITLED Mark Kirby Days are come when pleasure is become pain, come winter short and passing and again and then again count on sleep to end their count—some quiet to attend a stay in...
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POETRY AFTER PARADISE Mark Kirby Reading Dante changes everything: the vision is the fact and the vision an eternal spring an angel-muse makes exact of innocence, at journey’s end given back;...
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POETRY STANZAS ON TIME AND GRIEF Mark Kirby *
Speedometer decades approach escape
velocity—this seventy business is gape
of a vacuum—quick sixty too, too fast
a minimum, that couldn’t...
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POETRY AUTUMN, STARTING FROM LITTLEMORE Mark Kirby Before the fire before the coming darkness, the feast: the donning & shedding of vestments: the happy funeral of autumn, the wine-gold sun...
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Mark Kirby Autumn: Evening Tennis Taken pulling flowers, Persephone, her arms full of color, Hades carried like a torch into the underworld. Now that sunset has settled into evening, our...
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Mark Kirby Baptism We are fighting against the last minutes of day. The air is changing color around us. Silence is falling. The balls explode off the strings. Silence frames the ebb and flow of...
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