Poems

Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the […]

With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: “Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.” Saying: “I bring […]

Written for a Musician Hungry for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, […]

Yankee Doodle This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung to the tune of […]

Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be (What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin’s egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys […]

Instructions From England Note nothing of why or how, enquire no deeper than you need into what set these veins on fire, note simply that they […]

At Home It’s all so familiar and clear, My eye’s accustomed to every turn; I’m not mistaken- I’m at home; The wallpaper flowers, the chains of […]

Creative Work The shadow of uncreated creatures Flickers in sleep, Like palm fronds On an enamel wall. Violet hands On the enamel wall Drowsily sketch sounds […]

To A Young Poet Pale youth with burning gaze, I give you three commandments now: Follow the first: don’t live by the present, The future is […]

Twilight Electric moons glow On long bent stalks The telegraph wires hum In gentle unseen hands; Circular amber clock faces Brighten like magic above the crowd, […]