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Lynne Santy Tanner


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Scaling the hill behind my house
I draw back the sun and step into
its  blaze: first my cap, then my torso,
until I am submerged in its thick light.

I drag it along the ridge so that
by the time I reach Briar Creek Road
its full circle has lifted free of the ground
and I hurry along my neighbor's fence

Without stopping to acknowledge
his whinnying horses, and climb
to the high meadow where I sit
and wait for the next setting. The last flash

splinters the hills, lacquering a distant field
Then the air lets out its breath
with a sigh and on cue a dog
somewhere announces day's demise.

From Where There is No Night (Finishing Line Press, 2004).
Used with the author's permission.

 

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Lynne Santy Tanner was born in New York City but has lived for many years in North Carolina. A professional dancer and choreographer, she also writes and paints. A frequent artist-in-residence at the Hambidge Center in Rabun Gap, Georgia, Lynne is the author of two chapbooks and her poems have appeared in numerous publications.

 


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Jo:
I just ordered your book Where There is no Night...they poem is beautiful. I can feel that thick sun as I climb with you, and then the reward at the top watching the sun splinter,lacquering the distant field. Lovely!
Posted 07/16/2012 09:32 AM
wordsmith:
Scrumptious! Thank you, Lynne. Cheers, Mandi
Posted 07/16/2012 08:54 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Lovely! Makes me want to watch a mountain sunset myself.
Posted 07/16/2012 07:30 AM


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