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Kenneth Rexroth

A voice sobs on colored sand
Where colored horses run
Athwart the surf
Us alone in the universe
Where griefs move like the sea
Of the love lost
Under the morning star
Creeping down the sky
Into pale blind water
And we make love
At the very edge of the cliff
Where the vineyards end
In a fringe of ancient
Silver olive trees

—Kenneth Rexroth, from “Cinque Terre,” Sacramental Acts: The Love Poems of Kenneth Rexroth. Copper Canyon Press 1997

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