gri_2003_m_46_b02_f02_027
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- WINNER - 65465534 - JNaz
- 65539277 - l4q
- 65592035 - not-logged-in-ec801c7953de9660a4df
- 65596388 - Luna54
- 65627478 - TimStevenson
- 65658344 - jsprake
WINNER - 65465534 - JNaz
THE POET: FOR SYLVIAThe switch of willow dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks,
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrene.
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
gorge where water rises -
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.
65539277 - l4q
THE POET: FOR SYLVIAThe switch of will dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks,
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in the light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrene
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
Gorge where water rises -
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.
65592035 - not-logged-in-ec801c7953de9660a4df
THE POET: FOR SYLVIAThe switch of willow dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks.
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrece.
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
Gorge where water rises-
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.
65596388 - Luna54
The Poet: For SylviaThe switch of willow dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks,
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrene.
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
Gorge where water rises-
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.
65627478 - TimStevenson
THE POET: FOR SYLVIAThe switch of willow dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks,
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrene.
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
Gorge where water rises -
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.
65658344 - jsprake
THE POET: FOR SYLVIAThe switch of willow dances
In the poet's hand
As he crosses the plateau,
Totemic shelf of rocks,
Or as he traverses
Secretly nourished woods,
Rife and nodding.
In caves that would crush an echo
Under immense
Folding slabs of strata
Or in light surface caches
Where beetles penetrate
The water signals -
Styx or Hippocrene.
Seeing a white silhouette
Balanced on a lake
Think of the subterrene
Gorge where water rises-
The dark involuntary well
Below the cool accord of swan
And swan's reflection,
Folding their wings on soundless
Hinges of flesh.