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Joseph Brodsky |
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Dylan Thomas |
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| Simon Nomis |
No hurt like a broken heart
Against the midnight rain of stars
Can fill his Leyden jar of dark
With ache until it cracks with spark.
No hope like an angel's harp
In feathered lyrics from a dove
Can fill his midden heap of love
With white-winged voices rising sharp.
No hunt like a dogged bark
For summer gold in morning light
Nor haunt of 'plasm in the night
Can flush the gray fox from the park.
No hint of passion's red delight
Nor dread of death's sun-blocking flight
No victor's strength, nor loser's fright
Can cull our soldier from his fight.
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