Windows Poem by anais vionet

Windows

Rating: 5.0


A wall of Jacobean era lattice-windows
line my dorm room - my private eyes.

How many freshmen have watched
the gilt harvest moon from this seat?

I keep them open, for cool breezes,
and the comforting the sounds of life,
in overworked, needy moments.

Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: student,university,moon
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the university opened in 1706 - I guess I'm not unique
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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