Rivus
Immersed
we don’t
ask
who entered
whose stream.
Take
my hand there
is no
line no
bridge only
fond
foolishness—
the bread
crumbs I
bring you
in
morning—
they float
on the
surface
water with
two
violins
un-
strung like
the silent
song
on your
lips soft
as the
same
hands I
crushed to
keep
you from
death.
Richard Tagett, "Rivus" from Demodulating Angel, published by Ithuriel’s Spear. Copyright © 2011 by Richard Tagett. Reprinted by permission of Richard Tagett.
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Poet Richard Tagett b. 1936
POET’S REGION U.S., Western
Subjects Love, Heartache & Loss
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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SUBJECT Love, Heartache & Loss
POET’S REGION U.S., Western
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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