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A Shortcut to Summer

by Enkidu

Member since 2004 · Posted 31 Dec 2005 · 4 comments

Take all the months: February, December, Even the September sun Leave them out to spoil and cry To see them so. Watch all the umber, oval arcs Of Autumn cross the trees As leaves fall and drift; Fall again. Wound the world to bleed over Winter. Bow to the solstice's revival. Because Spring greens; Glows and toils, Whilst all the pretty knives Come up from the earth To grow, to die.

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[7] Dovina 1-Jan-06/9:03 AM Reply
Wound the world?
[n/a] Enkidu › Dovina 1-Jan-06/12:37 PM Reply
pronounced "woond"
[7] Dovina › Enkidu 1-Jan-06/4:24 PM Reply
Yes, of course. Using second person consistently is a good method. So why the last verse? Why not: "Green the spring . . ."
[7] ay deee 4-Jan-06/11:28 AM Reply
whilst all the pretty knives...
is a sweet line