| Beatitude
Poetry Contents:
© Howard Hart untitled written in Northbeach 1951-93
HOWARD HART
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untitled I who have seen death pass slowly ....over the stone of enchantment See rivers now See rising stars out of the embankment Heading for anyone who desires fruition
The throes of danger seem to be abated Passing with the clouds of indifference Toward an octopus turned loving turned good I walk backward here seeing life with all my might
But on the horizon a woman bends as if made of arrow-weave Bobbing not at all but now standing as a stone lock For all to see and talk about Returning while standing to wherever she wishes to |
