James Brasfield Poems

Radiant the delayed calmness,
—Do you feel it, I said. —Yes, you said,
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Every day came, the char of silence and beauty,
brick foundations of what was here, dirt roads
cut through pines, rivers and the dust of the dead,
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Through the colonnades of oak
arched over the cold road, I drive through rain
filtered through the moss cathedral—
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Such weight, Little Vienna,
snow falling across Europe, villages
lost to avalanche. People who return
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Many things have been done
And many hours merged into so many days
Since I last had time to write you.
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