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JOHN THOMAS: A POEM AND A PORTRAIT
Selected Work by Venice Poets
CHRISTMAS,
MIDWINTER, LIFE, DEATH, Everything
Always
before, Philomene,
stumbling blindly
through my own ideas
as through smells
along a dim street.
with you, Philomene,
this lake of white light,
this plunging river
choked with stars.
With you, Philomene
(my eyes wide),
even
the stupendous pomp
of darkness.
John Thomas
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