Another Epiphany.

BEST OF ALL
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How many epiphanies
do I have to stumble through,
proclaim with certainty that this is it?
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I knew each one to be the truth,
bearing such radiance,
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being, after all
the absolute revelation
that sparkles with blinding points of light,
passed along from God to perfect soul.
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I always keep the faith
from daybreak
till end of day
when folly tiptoes in and shakes my serenity
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and I tend to let drift
downstream
the perfect wisdom
that brought a contented beam to my lips
for at least seventeen hours.
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Today is such a day...
I really walked a glowing path,
uncertainties are finally shed,
I hold a rose whose heart is known,
and best of all,
twenty-two hours have past.
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Triolet

Triolet:
A one stanza poem of 8 lines. The 1st,
4th, and 7th lines are identical, as are
the 2nd and final lines, making the
initial and final couplets identical also.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxFENCE
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Do you have to stand so close?
You know it makes me tense
When you strike a languid pose.
Do you have to stand so close?
Certainly you can pass me the rose
Not crowd me against the fence.
Do you have to stand so close?
You know it makes me tense.
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from:
Two Ghosts/ Poems

Poetry Reading

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FOURTH ANNUAL BLOGGERS ( silent)
xxxxxx POETRY READING
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THE FIRST NIGHT
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by
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BILLY COLLINS

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"The worst thing about death is the first night".

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Juan Ramon Jimenez

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Before I opened you, Jimenez,

it never occured to me that day and night

would continue to circle each other in the ring of death,

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but now you have me wondering

if there will also be a sun and a moon

and will the dead gather to watch them rise and set

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then repair, each soul alone,

to some ghastly equivalent of a bed.

Or will the first night be the only night,

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a darkness for which we have no other name?

How feeble our vocabulary in the face of death.

How impossible to write it down.

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This is where language will stop,

the horse we have ridden all our lives

rearing up at the edge of a dizzying cliff.

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The word that was in the beginning

and the word that was made flesh-

those and all the other words will cease.

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Even now, reading you on this trellised porch,

how can I describe a sun that will shine after death?

But it is enough to frighten me

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into paying more attention to the world's day-moon,

to sunlight bright on water

or fragmented in a grove of trees

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and to look more closely here at these small leaves,

these sentinal thorns,

whose employment it is to guard the rose.

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