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The Gold Lily

Rating: 3.5

As I perceive
I am dying now and know
I will not speak again, will not
survive the earth, be summoned
out of it again, not
a flower yet, a spine only, raw dirt
catching my ribs, I call you,
father and master: all around,
my companions are failing, thinking
you do not see. How

can they know you see
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
P A Noushad 16 October 2020

Being my friend I enjoy your verses touching way dear Louise Gluck.

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

Really enjoyed reading this piece!

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