From 1993, IIRC.




[this is the hour]

this is the hour of fences
the moment of obliquities and excuses


this is the hour when winter makes a comeback


this is the hour when pigeons sleep
this is the hour of elected reclusion


the lamp shines away from the page
and spills its luster into dusty corners of the room


this is the hour of tight-fisted solitude
and of the nightmares of the miser


this is the hour of minims and drams
of pennies and of degrees


this is the hour of ice and of rust


this is the hour of elegy





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-16 at 00:03

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Bibek
Love the litany!
2018-11-17


Christopher Fernie
Dear Tom,

Boy, you have been productive recently, with the quality of work not being compromised by the output. Your body of work is most impressive, a Michelangelo rather than a Frankenstein.

Well done!

Chris
2018-11-16