the colors have begun to form
silvergray with cramoisy and gold
into an arrow carved by storm
beyond the fear of new and old
and where the arrow fits the bow
the untroubled darkness of her eyes
watches the red-gold target grow
strong is the sun that purifies
but I have sought in vain to find
the riddle of the bow and archer
there were no shadows left behind
after the heart's departure.
Study For A Soul
Harry Crosby
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Poem topics: fear, heart, red, sun, target, strong, storm, departure, gold, arrow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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