Leslie Philibert

Freshman - 940 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Der Turmfalke - Poem by Leslie Philibert

The weight inside a dive; muscles work against the wind.
Motionless ignore the reduced; a quilt of cornfields,
bleached boxes of barns; holes full of gravel,
a mess of houses and lanes. So when
the heat rises and the earth scatters:
heed the hunter`s eyes, the blue irises,
the terrible beauty of the last seconds, sinking.


Comments about Der Turmfalke by Leslie Philibert

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/19/2013 5:56:00 AM)

    terrible beauty. Wonderful coining. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013



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