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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...

A Singing Gleam that Sounds like Torture Unending

A Singing Gleam that Sounds like Torture Unending Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The singing of cicadas seems as long As August stretched out past the limits of Bing Videos Eternity.  This singing though...