The World of B.Z. Niditch
Thursday, April 17, 2014
CHOPIN
When days continue
to be entangled
in craggy human spaces
of fitful winds
cradling what seems
almost perishable
having known absence
and first hand exile
in aberrant chambers
yet avid for ceaseless life.
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