The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
22 April 2009
Haiku 112
(for Henri Duparc)
Low light through a mist
Conceals and reveals rare tints
Many hours, few songs
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Perfumed indolence
And condensed sighs redolent
Of love-crushed blossoms
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