Jocelyn Emerson Cold Poems
- 1. The Lighthouse
i.
Impatient with spring's incendiary budding, we longed for the
irreconcilable tossing of summer's phenomenal vowels: brief cawing
... - 2. Little Eclogue
A coda lies in this actual frame
of thin, noon light.
Raw and rigid wound.
... - 3. Latitude
for Lara Trubowitz
It's a kind of rapture.
Light held
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