Thursday, April 24, 2008

Hunting And Gathering Comments

Rating: 0.0

Weren’t there poets before there were words,
Cause didn’t they need love in the boreal eras of moose and rime-
My brothers, the grandfathers of her eyes of sad prehistory;
When her shoulders are naked opal on the stereoscopic hills:
...
Read full text

Robert Rorabeck
COMMENTS
Kesav Easwaran 25 April 2008

poetry sunken deep...driven away to unreachable highs...fleeing to the moon where it requires no expressions...well, bob your imaginations fly high... your devotion to poetry mountain high...

0 0 Reply
Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
Close
Error Success