"The three closing lines of Dylan Thomas’ Fern Hill can be arranged into a perfect tanka.
And it is a
#goodbye
of sorts.
oh as i was young
and easy in the mercy
of his means time held
me green and dying though i
sang in my chains like the sea"
--@dylan.kussman.bsky.social
"Our thoughts cannot be expected to stand at attention indefinitely any more than soldiers on parade in summer; standing too long, they will simply fall down in a faint." (Although i'm a bit dubious about the venue.)
"winter solstice
silent
armadillo"
--@poemexe.com
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