Poems

The Blues

The Blues What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces to learn by heart, […]

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A Death Song

A Death Song What cometh here from west to east awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the […]

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Atalanta’s Race

Atalanta’s Race Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent, Now […]

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Autumn

Autumn Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me […]

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Day

Day I am Day; I bring again Life and glory, Love and pain: Awake, arise! from death to death Through me the World’s tale quickeneth.

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