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Toad

Toad   A toad is not a stone.  He has a brain. He can annoy more than a marble rock That falls across a path.  We feel a strain When he with slowness causes us a block From what we want in gardens or where we Would start to plant a pine.  He takes too long Galumphing...

Antigone Hangs Herself with Her Bridal Veil

Antigone Hangs Herself with Her Bridal Veil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The audience desires a swollen purge, Says Aristotle.  In the tragic mode The people want the playwright’s tricks to urge To a...

Sung Incense-vague Roses

Sung Incense-vague Roses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The good is oft interrèd with their bones” Prepare your poetry to be your song For singing after you are gone.  The grave Is not for it.  As...

Supernal Present

Supernal Present Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Do not gaze forward. Do not try to glimpse Tomorrow. Scan today with blindness’ eyes. She holds her past and future as she primps Your present for you. You...

A Universal Indian Fate

A Universal Indian Fate Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Please let me sing when I am dead above My body.  Let me hover there in song And sing above the little shread of love That flesh remembers as I...

August Exultation

August Exultation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Cicadas sing as if pure piping is The only thing.  It is their only thing. They use their tymbals to produce their zizzzzzzzzzzzzzz Unceasing in their...

Eternity, Tymbals and Mere Time

Eternity, Tymbals and Mere Time   Ecclesiastes 9:5 Though nothing known of death’s forever song Waits over in cicadas’ singing, they Sing on forever in a day as long As days have ever been, as time astray As in eternity.  Though time began When Christ spoke light and...

Charles Randall Stanfield and Thomas Cranmer

Charles Randall Stanfield and Thomas Cranmer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem But . . . what then if the death was not that grand, So noble as the death of martyrs at The stake but felt like holiness’s...