The Voice
by Michael Shindler (August 2024)
The voice in the willows
Behind the dim branche-s
Is sometimes so tender
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It is almost music.
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And oh-so certainly
In its love and languor,
Its seraph-winged anger,
This voice, this call, this cry
Behind the willow-wall
Of a late-evening sigh
Comes from a memory.
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And what it says is this:
‘I have seen the sun,
And have seen it set.’
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Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. His new book is Fret Not and is available here. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.
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