Warren Falcon Poems

Angels without knees
aprons spotless starched
as beards of saints
complain of humans
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1 Systole


to return to
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The storm has passed.

Was beautiful but beauty
was ruined by the fact
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'The world of dew is
a world of dew...
and yet...
and yet...'- Issa
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'I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has
clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging
tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even
then there will still be one more sound: that of man's
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for Karthik gone almost a year now,
so much for mythology
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Here chipped ivory is only cloud.
The Instrument, Archetype.
Strings of gold do not a music make.
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white feather boa

between limb crotches
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something read aloud
becomes bread

side by side
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for Nelle Vander Ark - mentor who gifted me Gerard Manley Hopkins
for M. Manus - who gifted me John Berryman on the psych hospital ward

'but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
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