William Blach Poems

Must you be so iron,
Why must you be an iron,
When you can become the purest
And the silkiest silk
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You, Enough!
Stop!
Enjoy, live, drink, eat, love, kiss, sleep. But
Thou art not the only one
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These words She casted ashore:
'I do not want,
Though if I must
I will wait from here to
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I find you cold with palm trees, waiting
your face flows over barriers human made, crushing them
then your hand, reaching a little boy
your feet, your fruitful looks, your sharp voice
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Full time dedicates the sun, gazes open
Thin woods look back into the
Heart of the world
Love of the earth
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