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Steven Federle

Rookie - 52 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Beautiful Cellars


‘No clock: only the Heart's blood. Only the word.'

'I think poetry must,
I think it must,
Stay open all night
In beautiful cellars' Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours

High round windows
over wide glass doors
fill with night;

The world's gone to black,
to void,
to nothing.

Can you hear your whispering blood?
- surge of surf, wind in dark trees
alive - alive -

so arise now and go
down the noisy steps
to the beautiful cellar,

to the poetry.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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