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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

22 December, 2004

Preface to a Volume Unpublished

To look beyond these verses
would be to search in vain.
They’re no more than crafted curses,
the distillate of pain.

They bear a name, with reason:
they imprecate a night,
whom the sun of treason
laid waste like a blight.



Blogger Max Babi said...

hey, there's an inbuilt rhythm
here in your words -and the whole
rhyming scheme comes out unforced.
Great !

22 December, 2004 07:33  
Blogger Pragya said...

As always, a masterful work of perfect poetry!

22 December, 2004 08:49  
Blogger annie said...

if that's the preface, i'd like to see the volume :)

22 December, 2004 14:59  
Blogger bashopou said...

your write-up is stunninly breath-taking.
keep it up.

30 December, 2004 14:14  

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