Roger Greenwald Poems

Dreaded season when light's too long too soon,
winter turns to you before its work is done.
Along with snowdrops, forsythia, anemone,
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On the sweated window in the hot room
where the dancers have sweated and left the floor bare,
are the black curves and spaces shadows of the hanging plant's
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So much of this happened
in basements, in thick woolen sweaters, in B major
but with strong passages in minor. On the outskirts.
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was it at the Palace of Sport in 1952? a whole school class
disappeared into the green water
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It should be well known that
the voices can be piercing,
but they also have inside curves
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Let the small words come to me
Don't let the demanding ones stop them
If I get everything I have a right to, but not love,
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Even in our sleep there are cables
between us. we are coupled
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