Edward Lemond Poems

When my father was alive,
We had very little to say
To each other, but now
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How can anything born to water
Look so drowned? Your sad eye,
Half closed, sees nothing.
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By the foot of the bed,
from memory, I recite
D'Invilliers' quatrain.
“Then wear the gold hat”
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Beneath the waters, since I was a boy,
I have felt the tug of gravity pulling
Me down. This all-too-heavy body
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What she thought of all he'd just said
Would remain a mystery, as so much
About her remained a mystery to him,
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He clings to him full-body,
His face buried in the mane.
One of his legs is thrown over
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