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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (164)	1/9/1999 11:51:00 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

The She Bird With my little terrestrial bird, my rustic earthen jug, I break out singing the guitar's rain: alleged autumn arrives like a load of firewood, decanting the aroma that flew through the mountains, and grape by grape my kisses were joined to her bunch. This proves that the afternoon accumulates sweetness like the amber process or the order of violets. Come flying, passenger, let's fly with the coals, live or cold, with the disorderly darkness of the obscure and the ardent. Let's enter the ash, let's move with the smoke, let's live by the fire. In mid autumn we'll set the table over the grassy hillside, flying over Chillan with your guitar in your wings. Pablo Neruda