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In California During The Gulf War

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Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,

certain airy white blossoms punctually
reappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark pink--
a delicate abundance. They seemed

like guests arriving joyfully on the accustomed
festival day, unaware of the year's events, not perceiving

the sackcloth others were wearing.
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Jasbir Chatterjee 22 December 2015

very nice poem. All those little wars that are played out day in and day out across borders have no meaning whatsoever. They only lead to destruction and more destruction The feeling of dejection that ordinary people feel about these acts is very accurately described in this poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 December 2015

Of evil days! ! With the works of mankind on earth. Nice work.

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M Asim Nehal 22 December 2015

Very well thought poem, I liked it.

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Britte Ninad 04 March 2020

beautiful poem penned

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Om Prakash 11 October 2016

Nice poem

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Dutendra Chamling 22 December 2015

Denise Levertov! Beautiful poem!

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Douglas Scotney 22 December 2015

thankfully one can exist alongside the other

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Susan Williams 22 December 2015

I was captivated by the metaphors and the deep wells of emotions that she drew from and gave us to drink from... They seemed like guests arriving joyfully on the accustomed festival day, unaware of the year's events, not perceiving the sackcloth others were wearing.

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