restricted access Solace from Marianne

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40 JEANNE MARIE BEAUMONT Solace from Marianne What is our innocence, I think, in connection with this weeping elm, If it is unpermissible, in fact fatal “No man may him hyde . . .” Have you time for a story My father used to say, The tiger was his prototype. Affirmed. Pent by power that holds it fast I don’t like diamonds; One can say more of sunlight In this camera shot, Man looking into the sea, Blessed is the man who does not sit in the seat of the scoffer— Partaking of the miraculous They say there is a sweeter air Nevertheless you’ve seen a strawberry I am not treacherous, callous, jealous, superstitious, where might there be a refuge for me 41 We saw reindeer With innocent wide penguin eyes, three Against a gun-metal sky Dürer would have seen a reason for living Whatever it is, it’s a passion— Make a fuss The mind is an enchanting thing Uplifted and waved till immobilized Where there is personal liking we go. Arranged by two’s as peaches are. ...


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  • Found poetry, American.
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