by Michael Shindler (May 2024)
A man walks to his grave
Past the cypresses east of Eden
And the blue hills.
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He sings a bit of a song:
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‘— And brother, dear brother,
Pick me plums in the kingdom of doubt
Before the darkness comes
And the stars come out.’
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Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.
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One Response
I absolutely loved this poem. “Plums in the kingdom of doubt.” What an image.
Every words is exactly right to me. Wonderful.