Bruce Conner – Three Poems (Provincial Review – May 1952)

Three Poems by Bruce Conner

25.

           the
                      stars

so brightly on your brow

           move
            one
            glows in
                      my hand

like the sapphire

26.

ashen eyes

gently the arch of
your lips

a darkness in
the
night-sky
bursts

27.

a
white

                dark

shape

               brushes the blood
               from my eyes

I
see
the throbbing
breath
of

                the waves
 

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