Go and see the hope Given to the poor ones-- Gentiles-- sweeping the ocean floors, Grasping at alms while they may. Grieve for the poor in joy, but Gaze on the horizon; God hears. postscript DFC day 22. Technically I am caught up, despite that it's after midnight…
In purple dressed and crowned with light The people marvel. At the sight Of you in splendor we delight; This is your right, this is your right. To grow so old and die in bed In peace with grey upon your head; This is the life you should have led--…
The depth of you calls into depths of me Roaring like a waterfall with waves Sweeping like the breakers of the sea. Near to me and clearly all I crave Despite my willful wanderings away. Your love I'll take with me beyond the grave. I'm buffeted…
Iron work with eyes: You spoke just like a machine. Do you have a soul? postscript DFC day 19. Haiku.…
Ocean cold, breathing Far beyond feeling Alive. Metal lungs stinging With your heart ringing Contrive. You have no reaping. Why your soft weeping? It comes with seeking; Hot and cold swinging. Arrive. This is yours, weakling Into the sweeping You drive. Out with the fleeting Ocean cold, breathing. Brothers succeeding…
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…
Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June: All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon, Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst. Come away in twilight and let the echo ring We haven't any…