Denise Antoni Biography

The summer shimmers, glitters with promise.
There is so much to glean from the sea.
A clear wave of memory laps
My ankles, deep across the shifting sand
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Whorled stone, enwombed in time's green curves.
Along a knotted cord of path

Expectant aconites bloom, trembling white-clad girls
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Along the lanes the rowan
Trees put out their fresh green tongues,
To taste again the young yellow dew
Of a new-honeyed sun.
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Oscar Wilde:
Each man kills the thing he loves.
Endymion:
For his element is grief.
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Rocks; a roiling vortex. Then, a lull and the first frozen breath
Of the ghost-ridden Antarctic.
A cold-sweated vessel with depleted cargo
Exhaling smoke and death
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