Stephen Lefebure

In Issue 6 on May 25, 2011 at 5:18 pm


We summon Spirit, but It will not stay.
This Presence is not ours, though we have bent
It to us from the place where It was found —
Nor has It any name which we could say.
Yet It visits us, as though lament
Echoed, as if every wordless sound
Returned to us across a brief delay.
Spirit is that Thing we always meant
To be, but found too painful to surround.
No wonder we do nothing but betray
Spirit, something past all measurement
Which stands precisely where there is no ground.


Stephen Lefebure has been publlished in many places, notably Wild Song: Poems of the Natural World from The University of Georgia Press. He was once nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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