Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Compact Dusk - Poem by Bill Knott

Here at the height of the day night change
The color of the sky is uncertain,
The sky depending in which direction
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Comments about Compact Dusk by Bill Knott

  • Rookie S. A. S. (8/2/2008 10:19:00 AM)

    Compact Dusk, compact masterful language, too. 'I wonder if one tint/ ever survives the harm of seeming unique' - the word 'harm'
    and words: 'Posied-up portrait on our palette knife'
    'Redundant as a stopsign in italic'
    a perfect last line: 'The face on which my profile leaves no print'

    I love the third stanza and the title. (Report) Reply

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