John Stokes



Lament for a Friend

From “The Last song for the hearing” I am so sorry, my friend, The funeral, it’s forbidden me. When the time comes For the final lowering I will not be there I will not be there for you I am …

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Wharf Toward Winter

Then the spare melancholy of a wharf toward winter: the island opening the long view South the wuthering of gunfire on wind Safe in this cold anchorage you can’t hear all the cries you can’t hear all the gnashing you …

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