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Oral Poems from the Past

   Oral Poems from the Past Conservative as brocade velvet, verse, The older forms, embraces in its folds The ancient tongues, the peoples’ tongues.  They’re terse In ballades.  Such rigidity upholds The thinking of the folk as if a starch Were added to the richness...

Human Sorrow is Pathetic

Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer.  No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...