Yet Our Life Is Sweet

Sleepy after the sun
the house is full of light
spilt from our eyes.

Soon our eyes are empty
and we see.


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3 Responses

  1. Genie Nakano Says:

    hi

  2. danamariaonica Says:

    A haunting poem… from the title to the very last word. The light spilling from the eyes could be images brought from outside, like beams through the holes of a mask. …”and we see”… how? feelingly? as blind Gloucester?

    Dana-Maria

  3. danamariaonica Says:

    A haunting poem… from the title to the very last word. The light spilling from the eyes could be images brought from outside, like beams through the holes of a mask. …”and we see”… how? feelingly? as blind Gloucester?

    Dana-Maria

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