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Flowers and Men and Fate

          Flowers and Men and Fate Palled eons hover in the space between Each falling petal, each palled eon called Eternity or death.  These, each one seen As equal, spy themselves as self-same, sprawled Like vileness, black.  Each falling petal floats To vacuum. ...

The Bridegroom

            The Bridegroom   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wakes up in the bridal bed.  The sheets Are white but crumpled.  She is slumped beside Him in a different sleep.  Her throat pulse...

From Great Lone Hills

        From Great Lone Hills The gales of centuries gone blow through the pines — Inivisible the wind itself — blow through The clouds of boughs and needles.  Darkness shines Instead of beauty.  Here no god-like blue Can be perceived.  No prophet will improve The...

March Meets October

        March Meets October The violets are deepest purple in The lane.  This purple laughs as darkness there Beneath the hedge.  Such purple is the twin Of brighter colors matching autumn’s blare Of orange, but the double of them just In beauty.  Blooms so much...