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Guardian of the Treasure of Solomon
And Keeper of the Prophet’s Armour
My tent
A vapour that
The wind dispels and but
As dust before the wind am I
Myself.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 28, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Listen …
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.