Judith R. Robinson Poems

I feel it with me,
dwelling near my face,
above my throat,
humming there,
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She of gentle home-bound feet
-not by clay but cloth-
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Somewhere a chestnut horse
plods along a leafy trail.

His steady rider
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On evenings soft with summer
your innocents dance under
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Minche

Listen to the drone
a blood-pulse chant:
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Players long to capture alchemy:
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Struggle
a body
fights hard inches
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Scream
after Edvard Munch
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