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Leave it Unnamed

      Leave it Unnamed It never is created by mere speech And silence cannot penetrate it.  Deep It always is.  It has a wounded reach Too often with a name, sometimes, in sleep But in the waking hours the names that come To it are shallow, like a shallow pond. No...

A True Love

                 A True Love Will you be tracing the scars on the fair Skin? (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…)  Will You rub limbs (herbals to cure)?  Black curls, hair, And strongness of nostrils—now you must spill Like blood the therapies.  Resurrection...

Vacuum Love

           Vacuum Love Because I cannot reach and touch you with My hand or lips, my love remains the gray Of ashes and of cancelled god-filled myth. Divinity is elsewhere like the spray Of neutered tomcats, visible only To queen cat noses.  It is that perfume That...

Marquise Memory

            Marquise Memory Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A perfect diamond moment firm and bright In memory of the past shines glinting, brief, But faceted with purity.  A night, A single night...

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “The Pure Present which so often aroused Goethe’s admiration in every product of the classical life and in sculpture...

Evening

                    Evening Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Your life is time.  This evening floats past time And lingers in eternity.  The light Of dusk means more.  It borders the sublime Because...