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C.N.P Poetry 

The Lyre

By: Temple Cone

                                       feet broken

the statue                                                         eyes turned

cradled arms                                                      toward the heavens

                                        at rest

                                        as if awaiting

one hand curled                                                  furtherance

around a branch                                                  thin-edged leaves


                                        in a loop of

Orpheus                                                             endings, beginnings

is not coming                                                      for you

                                        loss, O loss

                                        the lyre is

he lied, my dear                                                   unbroken

the strings                                                         so he remains


                                        the arrow

that absence                                                        the center

draws toward                                                       full of light



Temple Cone is Professor of English at the U.S. Naval Academy and the inaugural Poet Laureate for the city of Annapolis. He is the author of four books of poetry: Guzzle; That Singing; The Broken Meadow, which received the Old Seventy Creek Poetry Press Series Prize; and No Loneliness, which received the FutureCycle Press Poetry Book Prize. He has also published seven poetry chapbooks, most recently Southrenody, which received the Raw Art Review Poetry Chapbook Prize.


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