Kim Barney Biography

Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
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If I look in the mirror
And myself I do not see
Does it mean that I'm not really here,
That I have ceased to be?
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My head is bald,
but I don't care.
I'm not so tall,
but I don't care.
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The storm is an angry lion;
With one hoarse, strident roar
He sends the small animals
Scurrying to shelter.
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I was sitting in my garden
Just relaxing in my garden
Doing nothing in my garden
When I saw a butterfly
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