Monday, January 13, 2003

The Bather Comments

Rating: 4.8

Where the path to the lake twists out of sight,
A puff of dust, the kind bare feet make running,
Is what I saw in the dying light,
Night swooping down everywhere else.
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Charles Simic
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Walter Durk 03 October 2007

A well-written poem. Very enjoyable reading.

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