Desire # 4

by Patricia Fargnoli

Soon he will leave,
a man with four suitcases
hurrying into the rain.

All that can be kept then
is the black belt of sadness

which you have earned
four times over.

This is the hardest lesson–
you must let go of what
you would hold too firmly.

Four times the bells ring,
loud at first–
and then softer,

the sound disappearing
above you in the wet, white pines.

End of the poem

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Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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