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“At one stride comes the” Exclamation Mark

“At one stride comes the” Exclamation Mark Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It is as if the cherry flowerings turn At once to fruit, from pink (or white) to red Of dark and gloss, as if the blossoms burn...

Never Mind Esthetics, Guys

Never Mind Esthetics, Guys Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It is as if Christ has no sense of hues, As if the color wheel does not exist. It is as if he doesn’t understand that blues Don’t go with...

Yum

    Yum Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You take the couch.  The doctor draws out truth. Your truth turns out to be a universe Of hiding guts, your viscera, uncouth Like sewers clogged, a clot of devils,...

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...

Eyes for Seeing

Eyes for Seeing The curse, the pang with which they died,         Had never passed away; I could not draw my eyes from theirs,         Nor lift them up to pray.                 ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Their eyes still stare through death that you and I Cannot...

Him to Hymn

         Him to Hymn Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem             “I am driven to a fine extremity; this limb of mine is mine own.” ~ Merry Wives of Windsor, III, sc. 5 His Him parts cause the hymn.  You...