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A Still—volcano—life
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

A Still—volcano—life

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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—

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Comments (3)

Very beautiful and sensitive description of parenthood. Parenthood changes our lives in many ways. It casts a spell and children are so wonderfully oblivious to that magic. GS
This is beautiful. Can't have expectations on anyone from youth, eh? The ending is simply superb. Raynette
Well said, Michael. I love the relaxed observance and intentional slow-paced stroll to the finish.