Richard Blanch

Ephebos - Poem by Richard Blanch

Distant friends laugh, dust blows, wine pours: they call me.
Such sounds fall from me like the blue of my cloak;

I am only what is present:
A pillar under my elbow, a hand under my chin, a paper fallen to the ground.

I am only what is furthest:
Other eyes dancing, a mind thinking, a pen writing.

I am only what is within:
What the paper has given, its own sun and air.

Comments about Ephebos by Richard Blanch

  • (9/4/2008 4:32:00 PM)

    Such another way of looking at things. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/18/2008 2:39:00 PM)

    whoa, heavy stuff friend, i really enjoyed..very poignant, very deep, a great piece. (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2008 2:19:00 PM)

    Enchanting, beautiful use of self observer's viewpoint (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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