I Rested There

I rested there, by the river, by the flowing water, gurgling and coming down the mountainside, where I sat as glaciers glared on down, looming and crackling against the silent atmosphere. I wandered there, alongside the forests cropped by the logging crews against the aged wood, guarded by thin beaucratic paper made out of the …

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Hardly

I can hardly give voice to all the little pinpricks of horror that make up the moments hour by the hour, and finally bleed our soul dry: from a war waged without remorse, to an abused child without recourse; from nightmares that haunt the little, to teeth that bite agony; from the life that ends …

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Tragedy

I look up at night and I admire The loft of the stars that do inspire An awe at that measurement That neither height nor length, in my judgment, Do make clear by their weak metaphor, Far below what’s needed some sense to restore. But it’s the depth between the highest bliss And the utter …

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Witness

This pain of thine is thick in my blood; It has bitten hard upon my heart, And it will not let go. It is a bulldog, and strong’s its hold. I bleed through my chest; guilt comes out To equalize our suffering and Mute my naked happiness. I am an exposed nerve of pain At …

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Captive

Thy lips do seem a falling whirlpool; They draw all twisting down within. Forgive my fleeting glance, I’m but a fool. I mean not my eyes to sin, Nor on thee lust thy flesh to win. Yet thy hair downward floweth in cascade Into my eyes’ open sight. Thou graspest thy locks to tie thy …

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Poetical Fragments