Elizabeth H. Nearing Death Poems
- 1. The End Of Beauty
There are always fields, filled
with flowers, or something sweeping, like wind
tickling the hairs of your arm, that sinking feeling
... - 2. Sonnet Of Death
From out the rumpled home of dreadful things
A clearing light emerges. Far beyond,
The hills lurch deep into the night. Bells ring
aloud. They drown the darkness with their sound,
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