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Every page is a winter garden: sometimes there is metal the water is frozen for you it is as footsteps and as instruments, delicate and pure there are stones, often on purpose it oughtn't be western it is meditative always, or it speaks blood noise breaks it carefully there is no sunset blades, ink, and breath belong there it is out of time there is always a path, and the eyes are meant to stray it can be taken at once, if you remember there is often a message of warning, of here (now)or there (then) you are certain there are animals, but cannot find them there is a kind of life, and it speaks of death love belongs there in it hope secretly dwells the artist might have been there, its surfaces are pure of the artist's touch there are rows and a certain violence, a frozen violence it opposes something beyond its walls it forgets the secrets it asks of others =======================About Writing Main========================= |
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Other things of potential interest on Nathan Coppedge's website: Short Essays on Symbolism Intellectualia--Riddles and Investigations Slant Expressions and Insights Nathan and Brian Coppedge's Games Nathan's Latest Poetry Nathan's Poetry Blog The preceding, as well as all other parts of Nathan's Philosophy and Writing are pending copyright (c) 2006, Nathan Coppedge |