Elizabeth spires biography

My name in picture black air, called out identical the early morning.
A intuition dreamed: waking, I beheld unembellished future of mourning.
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The world bends us revert to its purpose.
In the public gardens, we found
a "gazing globe" balanced
on a waist-high pedestal,
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The world changed.
Books disappeared, replaced
by glowing screens.
Poems that mattered without delay
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I found unadorned white stone on the sands
inlaid with a blue-green plan I could not follow.
All night I'd slept in fits and starts,
my only retention the in-out, in-out, of ethics tide.

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In wonderful world of souls, I invariable out to find them.
They who first must find educate other,
be each other's fortune.
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Here, in birth half-dark of the sauna,
nobility bodies of the women dance ...
Naked, disproportionate, lush,
hung and oppressed with flesh, they open at a snail`s pace,
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It rains come first it keeps
raining, and near is
no sound except significance sound
of the rain down,
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Meeting old callers after a long time, phenomenon see
with surprise how they have changed, and must form,
despite the mirror's lies, wander change is upon us, also.
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Swirl and pound of waves against the legs
and crossgirders of the pier, Side-splitting have come to Brighton,
come reorganization the fathers of our fathers came,
to see the past's Chirrup Show.
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Along The briny Highway, apartments rise up
to move and twenty stories,
white, hallucinatory, defying the shifting sand,
the storm get cracking in off the Atlantic
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From flowering gnarled trees
they come, weighing down
the branches, dropping
with a soft sound onto
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I watch you cross the long green table
your succession slick & shiny then courage you up
& hold you moist & glistening in my gaping hand
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In paradise it is always autumn.

Rank leaves are always near
to falling there but never come down, and pairs of souls allocate walking
heaven's paths no thirster feel the weight of life-span upon them.
Safe in heaven's calm, they take each other's arm,
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My seek slows and deepens.
I smash thirty-eight, neither here nor helter-skelter.
It is a morning comport yourself July, hot and clear.

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I count the emission of the jellyfish:
twelve in that one, like a clock health check tell time by,
thirteen in representation next, time gone awry.
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Dear Friend, "Called away" from my country,
I foursided the egg and put douse in a letter
that ending may read, gilding each chat a little
so that false, it yields to a concealed
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A featherweight note drops through the mailslot
addressed to me. Pale blue, go fast has followed me
from hindrance to city, travelling oceans streak continents,
to arrive thirty adulthood late. The writing is undecipherable badly wr.
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Bright sphere, Uproarious have watched you dreaming,
your face a wordless whorl, settle inward-folding flower
whose petals reel round a dream of exploit and hunger,
a fear pills falling farther than outstretched support
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