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New Monsoon

January 7, 2010
By museums.and.more SILVER, Belmont, Massachusetts
museums.and.more SILVER, Belmont, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;What I want back is what I was<br /> Before the bed, before the knife,<br /> Before the brooch-pin and the salve<br /> Fixed me in this parenthesis;<br /> Horses fluent in the wind,<br /> A place, a time gone out of mind.&quot;<br /> <br /> -from &quot;The Eye-Mote&quot; by Sylvia Plath.


I think about monsoons,
the long round word.
It sounds like tides,
like the moon the pull and rise.
Water thickens the air,
the pavement slick with it;
the city turns into a river,
slow and deep and green.

Here we have big clouds too.
Daughters of the fire;
sick and dark they hang and
refuse to rain.


The author's comments:
I got my first verse from India, and the second verse is my imagination of a terrible fire.

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