Poems ✍️
  30.01.2025
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Author: Robert Duncan

What I Saw

The white peacock roosting



might have been Christ,


        featherd robe of Osiris,



the radiant bird, a sword-flash,


        percht in the tree



and the other,    the fumed-glass slide


      —were like night and day,



the slit of an eye opening in


        time


vertical to the horizon


  Saw

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