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Like an Avalanche

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Like an Avalanche by Caleb Braun Like an Avalanche the black hole increases in mass, that's what it's known for. It deletes, by definition, planets and stars. Also optic nerves, Handel's Messiah , the twin Voyagers—in theory. I once owned a chinchilla softer than dawn that never wanted to be touched. Having seen the past I can't get back to it. Meanwhile, the steady accumulation of space debris has occluded potential extra-terrestrial communication. I once thought a hilltop grove of scrub oak, elm, and ash choked by the construction of subdivisions to be nature's last hope. As a boy, I imagined chaining myself there. You'll forgive me if I'm wary of listing what little persists. Not even Pluto remains itself. Each body shifting red              ...

Here in Katmandu

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Here in Katmandu by Donald Justice Here in Katmandu We have climbed the mountain. There’s nothing more to do. It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, amidst many flowers, One thinks of snow, As, formerly, amidst snow, Climbing the mountain, One thought of flowers, Tremulous, ruddy with dew, In the valley. One caught their scent coming down. It is difficult to adjust, once down, To the absence of snow. Clear days, from the valley, One looks up at the mountain. What else is there to do? Prayer wheels, flowers! Let the flowers Fade, the prayer wheels run down. What have these to do With us who have stood atop the snow Atop the mountain, Flags seen from the valley? It might be possible to live in the valley, To bury oneself among flowers, If one could forget the mountain, How, setting out before dawn, Blinded with snow...

The Fist

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The Fist by Derek Walcott The Fist The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved past love to mania. This has the strong clench of the madman, this is gripping the ledge of unreason, before plunging howling into the abyss. Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live. Poet: Derek Walcott Source: @Poets.org Check this out: @GeoffreyPhilpBlog Books: @AbeBooks