Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Taste Of Your Bread Comments

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Tables of fruit and spilling wine-
Perpetually the debutant swoons, and someone
Is off in the woods in blue socks cheating death,
And we are either studying or selling trees,
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Robert Rorabeck
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G. Murdock 27 December 2009

This has such bleak shadows ajunct to glimmering light. A great piece read aloud.

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Kerry O'Connor 11 December 2009

Rob, the only reason I login to PH these days is to read your poems and I'm seldom disappointed.

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Kristen Burbella 10 December 2009

This is really excellent.

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Robert Rorabeck

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