Window

Window

Your eyes, child, in the window: the steady gaze
focused on nothing special, it would seem,
unless that chestnut in the day's last sun,
as though you wouldn't really dream of it
yet liked to think the candle's inner mist
would light the coming dark. Something of her
in that, her hidden self a wistful look.
More human yours and yet you stir dead love.

Reflections cross the pane but not your face,
and mine will never touch you as they pass;
my gangling matchstick man a trace of sun
no more to you across the grass. Yet, child,
your soft focus already blends out hers -
my love, you make the darkness personal.


from One Another (A Sonnet Sequence) (Waywiser Press, 2002), copyright © Peter Dale 2002, used by permission of the author and Anvil Press.

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Peter Dale

Peter Dale Reading from His Poems

1Duologue

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2Over-Night Coach

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3Eighth Period

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4Starting Your Travels

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5Terrace

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6Crowd

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7Old Poet on a Rainy Day

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8The Swifts

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9Gift of Words

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10Keeper

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11Keepsake

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12The Mind’s Eye

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13Vigil

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14Wildflower

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15The Rose

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16The Thunder Stone

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17Storm

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18One Another

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19Fledgling

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20The Oak

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27Dusk

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28Long Evenings

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29Window

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30Last Wishes

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31Wall

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32Exorcism

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33Gifts (1)

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35Memento

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36A Woman Speaks to God the Father

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37The Hill

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38River

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39A Time to Speak ...

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40Journey

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41Autumn Colour

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42Bequest

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43Answer

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44Visitation

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45Nocturne

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34Gifts

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