A Hundred Falling Veils

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1. on March 9, 2012 at 8:54 am | Reply anon

   You side-step the literal so easily with that line, “I used to walk my hell with me…” which is why this one goes so much further than merely walking the dog.
   You got it right. I think it’s a But I Don’t Need to Do that Tanka Anymore Tanka:>)

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2. on March 9, 2012 at 4:20 pm | Reply edbrummel

   A side of you I’ve not seen before. (And how about that?)

   This, from William Stafford:

   Scars

   They tell how it was, and how time
   came along, and how it happened
   again and again. They tell
   the slant life takes when it turns
   and slashes your face as a friend.

   Any wound is real. In church
   a woman lets the sun find
   her cheek, and we see the lesson:
   there are years in that book; there are sorrows
   a choir can’t reach when they sing.

   Rows of children lift their faces of promise,
   places where the scars will be.
   —

   We hurt the ones we love, even if, especially when, it’s ourself. (“But I Don’t Need to Do that Anymore….”)

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   • on March 9, 2012 at 10:51 pm | Reply Rosemerry

     That’s a really beautiful and oh! Painful poem from Mr. Stafford … Who also was a poem a dayer. I haven’t seen it before, thanks …

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