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wake up violets . . . [commented out!]
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Nobody in the chair
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
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- Scott Keeney
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1 comment:
The violets are courtesy of John Keats, from Ode to a Nightingale, "Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves," while the dark morning sky, though it could have come from anywhere, including the sky outside my sliding glass door, settle into this poem via Ed Dorn from his poem "Sousa" - "slumbering under the dark morning sky // are my few friends."
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