The night's drifts
Pile up below me and behind my back,
Slide down the hill, rise again, and build
Eerie little dunes on the roof of the house.
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A magnificent poem beautifully written with compelling imagery.
I have such an admiration for this poetm James Arlington Wright, he can write a short story or a novel in the guise of a poem and take us places where we never wanted to go and teach us things about life we need to understand before we go another day longer
It's much appreciated for anyone to tell me the meaning of the word 'ruck' here?
Most deserving Modern Poem Of The day 5 Stars full Haunting imagery but fantastically worded. A true enjoyable read