Let us not explain everything, that we may not explain ourselves away, into meaninglessness, or superficiality, which is far worse.
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A Faraway Town
Between the rows
beside the mounds
above the tombs he knows so well,
the tombs so dark, the tombs so cool,
that pull him down
and bend him ’round
one frayed shoelace at a time, one copper-colored eyelet,
a faraway town (without any news)
where no two flowers are the same, even by name,
no two dreams,
no creaking boards (in a floor is his muse)
he runs aground —
Brother! Brother! Brother!
(those without names, the most human of sounds)
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Recently Banned Literature, May 30, 2011
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Categories: Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Cemeteries, Death, Dreams, Flowers, Graveyards, Meaning, Names, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 