Best Poem of e.e. wilholt

Alone At Night
Black velvet views herself in her
Looking glass; my window frames
Her dark portrait outdoors. The moon
Hangs full among grit-sand of stars,
Flung far by Titan’s fist.

Through a chimney, the house
Exhales ash. In my room
Shadows are phantom men,
Waiting in corners I will not go near.
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Mid-Winter Dream
You are gone
From where my feet
Once stood
Shining sand torn and devoured
By crashing angry waves
Of a churning sea...
Icicles hang daintily from stark brown
Crippled stump arms
Left behind naked

My fear gathers
With dust-enveloping droplets
In the gray sky of storm,
My loss . . .
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