Tag Archives: Daniel Adams

What shadows we are…

What shadows we are; only the yellow of a pensive day to muddy the last bright chance of illumination, every step out a conduit of dusk; a tumour of light at each end our great earth; a constant growth in … Continue reading

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There is nothing but grass between us…

There is nothing but grass between us Nothing but night’s vibration in sand Stretched to acres in desert fields Mere pasture, this vast cavern of land. Still skirts the sea at distant footing Still falls the rain each side our … Continue reading

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A merchant courses the…

A merchant courses the foundations of what will be his dovecot. It will house just fewer than one hundred doves. It will be built from shallow walls to a domed centre, with a small hole for light in the peak. … Continue reading

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These lives are not God-given…

These lives are not God-given.             They are passers-by, clinging to the windows of trains, clinging to minutes. They are the sculptors of brick houses, careening, torn at birth, beaten by every-day.             On empty roads they make their secret aims. Weavers, … Continue reading

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