Blue Sunday

 

When I look in the mirror

Who is there?

 

Shadow kisses, shadow love.

Time like glass.

 

Nobody but me

Can know the sorrow

That wrings me.

 

The lightning does not go out.

 

I wish I could be

The cherry

As spring comes on.

 

 

Source: Index of first lines in Kenneth Rexroth, New Poems (1974)

 

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