honu:
We move up a spine of earth That bridges the river and the canal. And where a dying white log, finger-like, Floating off the bank, claws at the slope, We stumble, and we laugh. We slow beneath the moon's eye; Near the shine of the river's blood face, The canal's veil of underbrush sweats frost, And this ancient watery scar retains The motionless tears of men with troubled spirits. For like the whole earth, This land of mine is soaked.... Shadows together, We fall on the grass without a word. We had run this far from the town.  We had taken the bony course, rocky and narrow, He leading, I following. Our breath streams into October As the wind sucks our sweat and a leaf... Henry Dumas
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honu:
We move up a spine of earth / That bridges the river and the canal. / And where a dying white log, finger-like, / Floating off the bank, claws at the slope, / We stumble, and we laugh. / We slow beneath the moon's eye; / Near the shine of the river's blood face, / The canal's veil of underbrush sweats frost, / And this ancient watery scar retains / The motionless tears of men with troubled /spirits. / For like the whole earth, / This land of mine is soaked.... Shadows together, / We fall on the grass without a word. / We had run this far from the town.  / We had taken the bony course, rocky and /narrow, / He leading, I following. / Our breath streams into October / As the wind sucks our sweat and a leaf...  /Henry Dumas