Dark Emerald Bones

The Jewel

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

- James Wright

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  1. [...] And this is one of them. A poem like a craggy tree in black silhouette against a bright drought sky in a hot dry wind.  A poem that has dark emerald bones. [...]

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