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Unleaping

                Unleaping He lies there in a leap, or so it seems. He lies there on the bed as if propelled In hunting.  Maybe in his twitching dreams He saw a mouse or bird and felt compelled To grasp it in those whitest sleepy paws Though in a dream they couldn’t...

Yearnings

                      Yearnings White clouds are lovelier or much more bright Than high blue domes.  The sky above them both, And clouds and Orthodox cathedral, write A trinity of beauty, God’s own oath. A prayer for monks to chant these three compete. A shape of...

Platonic Sweat Only, Please

     Platonic Sweat Only, Please   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  You thought that poets do not have plain sweat In armpits, or in crotch . . . or on the chest. Admit it.  Poets shouldn’t have a wet...

Godly Stones Crying Out

            Godly Stones Crying Out   “to let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness” Leviticus 16:10 The prophet’s tongue is loose.  It waggles, this Direction, that.  It solemnizes truth, Then censures it.  It gives Jehovah’s kiss But then his condemnation.  God...

Love

                               My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...