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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...

Bluest Sky

Bluest Sky “by meer playing go to heaven” ~Henry Vaughan We played beside Canaveral’s shore, the two Of us, he strong and beautiful as men Can be, and me a silly boy, a stretch Too far that sunshine afternoon, and then We strained to life beyond the gilded sand And...

Lagrange Cemetery Waiting for Death

Lagrange Cemetery Waiting for Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The shadows of the trees and Spanish moss Fall down upon the gravestone and the grass. Those shadows, almost ghost-like, fall across The...