Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Prospero - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Houses of green water have risen before him,
of sickening height, dirty with anger, full of foam.

But he will not yet denounce his magic
but listen to what the thunder speaks
and write with iced and frozen fingers about
the flotsam of drowned wisdom.

His pain is older than yews and as
black as ancient olives, but he has
the last story to tell.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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