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Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 9, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #18 I am drained like a shadow like sunlight dancing on a sacred river cracked bones and dust the earth floods now and is sweetened old sprinkler man comes home returned from s
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 2, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #17 I circle this table I do not come back to the place where I began though I want to say that I do perhaps you are the one who is constant really a red warning light that never ch
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #l6   always in your loving there is so much sorrow there is the wind uncertain in the crowns of summer maple there is the everlasting conciliation of the tides © John Knoepfle 1978,
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 19, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #15 it is an indirect suggestion the burgundy sun slipping under this level prairie and all this earth old valleys pensive tides of its women motions of wounds nations enduring ser
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Thursday, Aug. 12, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #14 where we have gone into our hidden selves we do not need to find each other at home in that country or bother to know what we know those beloved things fa
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 5, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #13   this house is old it has known kindred and at the suppers candles and some who spoke in those lights far away in their truth it has known many children I think with their soft
Poetry
Thursday, July 29, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #12 mouth is a good place for keeping the tongue hidden mockingbirds they don't dance in a ring like mushrooms a presence wraps us around why should it echo anything but silenc
Poetry
Thursday, July 22, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #11   I offered you ten meadows of fireflies you gave me one box of sandalwood © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004
Poetry
Thursday, July 15, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #10 house wind sleep we do not raise our voices you hand me down my body © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004
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Thursday, July 8, 2004 12:00 am
sandalwood poem #9 when you go to jerusalem I will climb up your golden hair when the spell is broken you will see me as I am © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

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