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The Windows

              The Windows The windows, shining in an afternoon Long lost, a light of long lost boyhood day, Let in enough of childhood sun to spoon Some beams of beauty for the lad.  The stray Shafts through abandoned panes were just enough. His eye fell on the toy...

Love Making, in Tenses

  Love Making, in Tenses Yes, I believe in evolution.  That’s an Opening of something that is rolled Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold. Yes, everything I grew was first implied When one tailed sperm broke through...

Poetry, the Encyclopedia: Hesiod, St. Luke and St. Paul

   Poetry, the Encyclopedia: Hesiod, St. Luke and St. Paul About eight hundred years before the first Of Christian poetry (Magnificat And Paul on Charity) there came a burst Of hatred from a crofter in a spat     Hesiod? About his brother, verses filled with bile For...

My Silences Concealed in Mental Rays

My Silences Concealed          in Mental Rays My secret reveries are best, those dreams I keep in skull and spirit.  In my head Is where they spawn themselves as laser beams That ricochet around my brain instead Of gossiping around the world.  They flash A moment and...