The ash had fallen round about the mountain and she waits Her remnants covered fields of green with black and dusty night. After her eruption came a quiet death, a state Of cold and distant solitude and some quaked at the sight. But come the morning light, the fire Has…
I am too far from where the rains descend. I am divided from the cool of shore And grey of sea. And where the river wends is far beyond my grasp. Oh, go before and reconcile the stars with where they end and I begin; I am not anymore. Until…
Grass bends with the weight of tears Shed by clouds from starry spheres Just as mine weigh low my heart Til they fade with sun and years. postscript Day three of A jeuju, which is a traditional Chinese form. It can be five or seven syllables per line, and rhymes.…
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…
Thy pale death, O Day, enchants me not. Thine ending glow, thy downfall casts no shade Of deepest black against thy glow. Uncaught My breath, unstirred my heart. I bade, I wished, I wanted naught but breathless joy. Cold is thy heart to mock me with such lack And falling…
4.27: Sophia by *LaBruyereA beautiful piece of fixed form poetry postscript Why is it all my weary days are spent In turning cowslips into rays of sun And floating over blades of grass, unbent And drawing four conclusions out of one? No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence…