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proximoception ([personal profile] proximoception) wrote2020-11-06 11:21 am

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The present close, the present realized,
Not the symbol but that for which the symbol stands,
The vivid thing in the air that never changes,
Though the air change.

Only this evening I saw it again,
At the beginning of winter, and I walked and talked
Again, and lived and was again, and breathed again
And moved again and flashed again, time flashed again.

[identity profile] nightspore.livejournal.com 2020-11-07 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Our zoom poetry group is doing Notes right now.

[identity profile] proximoception.livejournal.com 2020-11-07 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Had a theory about part of that - that the canon-aspirant’s sister is Dickinson, her daughters her poems, their being 4 and 7 = that they’re written in either octets or hymn/ballad meter.