Leslie Philibert

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

Song Of A Winter Attic - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Sheets of white ice double the frozen glass,
the net curtains break the ice light and the

smell of damp books and insects, autumn apples,
moments of childhood under eaves,

I am not in sorrow apart from sorrowing, a terrible desire
is born to stop clocks, victims of time and snow and

my grave is hidden under dusty floorboards, so
scratching with broken fingers I search for my sorrow.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012



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