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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3361 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Notes to Emily Emusing Nocturnes become lamplight, the same way that your eyes changed from allegro to adagio. It is difficult to tell if the music reached the inner corners of your room. You watched the passing of every cavalcade. The slow cadence of horse hooves recede until the carriage has gone on without you. Now you sit before an orange flame, feel each flicker create the distance, your life moves like a dusty abacus waiting to be counted. You tell me that the nearest dream recedes, unrealized. I tell you autumn is over but the last leaf has not yet gone. *Emily Dickenson's "The Nearest Dream Recedes Unrealized." |
