Monthly Archives: December 2015

Let It Be Forgotten, As A Flower is Forgotten

Nine o’clock, and the curtains fall, The cold wind tears through the shelter each night, The delicate music is lost In the blares from their ridiculous chatter And midnight runs to the sink. The night has grown weary, It meets … Continue reading

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At The Office

I suppose I wish for the walls of my office, To polish the dust from my desk. Which I did each day before I left And answered each phone as it rang. My investments and my insurance papers Filed away … Continue reading

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My Song Will Rest While I Rest

I do not think the skies and meadows are moral, but they worn me about the wolves ….. Is that the fixture of a star That comes to quiet this spirit, Or those trees — Has wisdom found its way … Continue reading

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Break Of Day In The Trenches

Marriage, so different This man And this woman A stream flowing In a field ….. It is the same old Druid tree as ever — A funny, sardonic squirrel Pulls his parapet’s puppet To stick behind my ear. What it … Continue reading

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Invisible Swords

These slight spring wheels Form a frail and trembling bridge To yesterday. Across their precarious stretch I move Delicate sentiments That shudder With the swinging bridge And their own shaking weakness. Yet they move relentlessly — At my command — … Continue reading

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A World I Never Made, Danny

As a small boy, Danny is anxious and sheltered, but he has an increasing interest in baseball and joins a team. No Star Is Lost As a pre-adolescent, Danny lives more and more in a public world. The insecurities arising … Continue reading

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Studs Lonigan: A Trilogy

Young Lonigan ThisĀ is a powerful realistic portrayal of failure to understand potential growth in a hero. Studs is the elder son in a well-to-do family that lives in a respectable neighborhood on Chicago’s South Side. Essentially he is an aspiring … Continue reading

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