Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,669 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Door - Poem by Leslie Philibert

When the night
rubs out the horizon
and all this black
has more the quality of shade

and all the copsed trees
cluster around sleeping fields
and buried life waits and looks

a door in a heap of lived-in-stones
opens, neon turns the cowshed
into some kind of church.

This is the drained time,
the false dawn,
that makes the morning man start.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


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  • Shakil Ahmed (10/26/2015 11:07:00 AM)


    beautifl poem i have enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing, , if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015



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