Samuel Ferris
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Time like an EchoA Poem by Samuel FerrisTime like an echo of fluttering wings beating into the air endlessly. Who knows himself truly in the vast chasm of repeating me's. When the da.. |
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Ma fin est Mon commencementA Poem by Samuel FerrisOf all the passers by on dingy streets and avenue one ways while the days run dry in sunny dustly etched out crevices, the peoples and their sh.. |
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The proportion of seasonsA Poem by Samuel Ferrisjust about the shape of things, and the connection between beauty, form, and freedom. |
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Visions of ZosimosA Poem by Samuel Ferrisnot finished |
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The Evening of BirdsA Poem by Samuel FerrisOn the Evening of Birds i pass my body my flesh to you. (In sheaves) The bark of me, the ripe fruits of my labor. |
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cool, awayA Poem by Samuel FerrisThe air has taken me cool, away. From the sweet flowing forth of unearthly. The immeasurability of your touch. |
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The TrainsA Poem by Samuel FerrisThe crackling hum of a transformer near byseem'sto hiss from all angles. A train rattlesin the distance; the ominous engine beating, lurching for.. |
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Evening of BellsA Poem by Samuel FerrisI wrote this after reading a poem by Oscar Wild. (sonnet on hearing the dies irae in the sistine chapel) I tend to hear and associate different colors.. |
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Beneath the WavesA Poem by Samuel FerrisFar beneath the waves where the ghosts of men crack and crumble there is a great pressure greater than the weight of stone or greed |
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