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Post by bran_sinnach on Nov 9, 2006 1:09:00 GMT -5
This is another poem from the book entitled The Green Man, enjoy. Green Men Green men grin and gurn from blackened beams that creak and groan as ancient houses dream and are swayed by wind in branches long since snapped. Foliate faces flower and the memory of an antique hour unwinds beneath a carpenter's craft; masons, too, saw their shape sleeping in stone. So all is forest then vegetable, mineral, flesh, bone. The world tree becomes the column of my spine; eyelids leaves of oak; fingers ash and pine. I am lost within a wood that is lost within me. that is lost within me. Green men grin and gurn, for no one knows more than they what is and is not tree.
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Post by wren on Nov 9, 2006 10:00:23 GMT -5
Oh, this is wonderful! Thanks for posting this one, too!
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