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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.