
a good Friday
there isno
moon
tonight
but
in every way
it has been
a good Friday
at 9pm
Venus shone
solitary
radiant
at 3pm
as my mother taught me
the sun went dark
with cold and cloud
at 9am
the bells
did not
toll
someone
asked me
why is this
such a dull day
I said
have we
forgotten
our remembering
at 3am
I am reading
Pavic alone
by candle light
I fly as a bird
through old Belgrade
between
Sava and Danube
this was not
a dull day
it was a
Good Friday
Poetry by Peter Humphreys

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Written on 2007-04-07 at 12:06
Tags Christ  Danube  Easter 




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