Poetry

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The Running Hare

In silver woods beneath the Moon, On roads below the Sun, The wind is singing an ancient tune, Of the hares eternal run.   For earth and stars are slow and still, And the wind breathes through the rye, When ‘cross the brackish ruddy rill, The hare comes slipping by.   And racing there the…

World Cup

Behold, the chalice of fortune and fate Whose gilded flair we leave too late To bear the tears from solemn gates Of lost time and chores, I promulgate: The last season’s wings have flown Though your vision eats up my nights I claim only what is now not my own But what stole my dreams…

The Dream Machine

If I were less than some impressed, voyeur of the stars I’d sit beneath the sky above, and weave my threads Manufacture empty schemes, build homes so far Consume the dreams, from the Dream Machine Though we are poles apart The gold that glitters on TV screens, Are the objects of our devotion; The Masters…

A Winter’s Walk on Leith Hill

Clear as the waters that once had dropped, The air flitting lightly high on the hills, Stirred and summoned the birds to flight, To flight and song that comes midst spring’s first breath.   Pine-tops swayed in the warming air, Each crown shuddering at winter, Which still clung to the upper reaches, where, The Sun…

I want to marry you.

Under the cosmic stars and brooding, eerie, moonlight Shrugs. But waiting, penniless Hoping, fateless. Fate-in Stricken moonlight Waits to be awakened to the two souls and minds and fingertips. Shout with joyous applause and ring, happy and cool, for love shouts, and it awakens, and it stirs, the very inner soul. Chastity, charity, the like…

An imagination of Brazil

Fire on rooftops, Dazzling, sizzling heat Sounds rise Warm air Women coop to endless beat. Clouds part Valleys shroud thought Partisan Union And love’s first court Human flesh ringing at holy bell Anoints with dull knowledge, and children yell Peering through One past Eternal Samba rhythm And this schism This rhythm Will, perfectly, last.