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Incommunicado Grief

Incommunicado Grief For Charles Randall Stanfield The quick and the dead I wrote you sonnets. You were dead, though, then. I sat in Keats’s garden while I read Them into Hampstead wind.  Among all men You were the only.  In my heart and head Molasses had been...

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

T∞m∞rr∞w and T∞m∞rr∞w and T∞m∞rr∞w Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My Charles is yesterday.   He hit the wall Of God at 90 miles per hour.  That time, His time, our time is more like angels’ fall And...

Black Buckles Black No Matter What

Black Buckles Black No Matter What Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The grief for him does not belong to you Alone, though now you are alone, much more Alone. Black curly hair forever true Belongs to...

At the Heart

At the Heart Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The beckoned coming The center holds — controls — and will control, — As falconer controls the gyring loop, Prevents the bird of prey while it patrols The land...