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The silence of the forest space in Trantjern.

I
The silence of the forest space in Trantjern
so thick it nightly puts the stars to sleep
all the way to Oslo.

His white hair and Norwegian face
a steady furnace, a ruddy sun generously
firing the air around cold reason.

My failures and inadequacies turn
from sap to nuggets of amber
in the trees of the earth's soul.

No one hears all the vowels. Inside
the translation of tulips, their glorious
mouths wait for the wet kiss of spring.
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Title Annotation:THE THINGS I DIDN'T SAY ARE BIGGER THAN THE THINGS I SAID
Author:D'Angelo, Jenny
Publication:ETC.: A Review of General Semantics
Article Type:Poem
Date:Apr 1, 2009
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