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This poem is taken from PN Review 154, Volume 30 Number 2, November - December 2003.

Two Poems Sebastian Barker


Take hands. The moon.

Take hands. The moon
Is rising on the barn.
The lime tree sheds its seeds.
The night is warm.

Take hands. Too soon
The lightning in your eyes
Like lightning in the skies
Succeeds

In lighting up the dawn
When both of us are gone.

Take hands. The moon
Has trebled now in size.
Our firm distinctions of its outline make
Our grip on logic shake.

Take hands. The night
Vanishes from sight.
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