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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… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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American Counterculture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry · The Beat Generation · The San Francisco Renaissance

Kenneth Rexroth

“Whether or not, it is no question now,Of time or place, or even how,It is not time for questions now,Nor yet the place.”The soft lights of your faceArrange themselves in memoriesOf smiles and frowns. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “The Thin Edge of Your Pride,” The Collected Shorter Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967)

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American Counterculture · American Literature · Anthology · Classic · Collection · Compilation · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry · The Beat Generation · The San Francisco Renaissance

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… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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