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The Political Poet

     The Political  Poet I really LUV the way they try to see A poet’s politics.  The latest life Of Keats puts forward a pitiful plea To think of him as if the loving strife Inside him isn’t quite the point.  His heart And lungs were doomed and we’re supposed to care...

The Poet at 26

          The Poet at 26 The miracle is that once I was a young Man.  Innocence was colored gold and white Then.  I was living like an angel’s tongue Before the fall of Lucifer, as bright As tongues could be in heaven with its gem Foundations and transparent...

Father’s Voice

  Father’s Voice   I can’t remember what my father said Except when he was storytelling, or Declaiming poetry, or when his head Was full of politics or God. His store Of beauty came in tales, or ringing lines Of loveliness and joy, and plots he spun, And...

Arthur Moody

         Arthur Moody He used to play ice hockey at John Nike The leisure center here in Berkshire where That sort of thing went on.  This boy was like A miracle because I couldn’t square His clear intelligence with something dumb Like sport.  But then the only reason...