Anatole Kantor Poems

What we for a time buffer
Is what we for a season suffer.
Sadness comes with an invincible gate
As big and strong as Babylon the Great
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The cold, low lying fog at night
The street, with cars and headlights,
Stars rise and fall in nocturnal sky.
Trees and mountains, which are nearby,
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By hopping on the sidewalk,
Putting back his wings
And making small beak talk.
The bird nibbles seed
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