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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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