Poems from philippanhorst

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Let my works speak for themselves for they are a reflection of that which I am: the Piedmont, the old maritime coast, and then the ocean.
Like light through beech-leaves is my lover’s hair And wind in the trees is not half as fair As the caress of the breeze in her locks.  ...
A myrtle, a maple, and a tall oak Sat high on a hill while there still I stood. With knotted hands upon my knees I spoke To the myrtle of...
Across marsh-scape the tempest approaches, Its breath a chilling tremor in my heart That whistling wraps, whines, and encroaches Upon me a...
I walk beneath the weight of grey Clouds that obscure and blur my way Through the drenched trials of the storm That fall upon my cloaked...
Upon the open sea, Space above and depths below, A sloop lies on the placid Sea of foam.   With feather-like sails And sharp, sleek bow...

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