Poet Jeffery Beam
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| That body | tree on a misty hill | |
| That face | fawn with dark eyes | |
| That full moon | surrounded by evening skies | |
| That hour | pavement ending in dust | |
| That grass | green with summer's black-green | |
| That night | coming over us with its breath | |
| That sound | crickets singing at eye level | |
| That body | me on the ground with their song | |
| That body | another touching me with fire | |
| That fire | round as the moon burning as the sun | |
| That face | fawn with dark eyes | |
| That you | speaking in tongues unknown and green | |
| That sound | crickets singing in my ear | |
| That body | tree on a misty hill |
From The Beautiful Tendons, manuscript.
© 2001, Jeffery Beam
Email: jeffbeam@email.unc.edu
URL: http://www.unc.edu/~jeffbeam/poems/night.html
Last updated: Friday, April 27, 2001