WARM SUMMER SUN
Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night.
— Mark Twain (1835 – 1910), American author, poet, and humorist.
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THREE POEMS 1 On sunny days there in the shade Between the trees reclined a maid Who lifted up her dress (she said) To keep the moonbeams off her head. 2 A hundred times they kiss, and then A thousand time embrace, And stop only to start again; There’s no tautology in such a [...] It’s a gorgeous spring afternoon … and what am I doing? I’m sitting on my couch composing this stupid blog entry about my complete and utter lack of motivation to get outside and do anything. I think part of my malaise today comes from reading Mama Grrrlie’s most recent blog entry on turning 39. MG [...] THE FAITH The sea so deep and blind The sun, the wild regret The club, the wheel, the mind, O love, aren’t you tired yet? The blood, the soil, the faith These words you can’t forget Your vow, your holy place O love, aren’t you tired yet? A cross on every hill A star, a [...] THE OLD YEAR The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he’d a neighbour’s face, In this he’s known by none. All [...] View Ascent activity on 21-Mar-10 at 01:11PM in a larger map First attempt at Emigration Canyon for 2010. Beautiful riding weather, low-mid 50s, sunny and clear. Legs felt good for having not been on a bike in several weeks, lungs had a few little problems but ultimately it felt really good to get out there [...] LEAVES 1 Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning; it’s not just the symbolism, to confront in the death of the year your death, one blazing farewell appearance, though the irony isn’t lost on you that nature is most seductive when it’s about to [...] THE SEPARATE ROSE: I Today is that day, the day that carried a desperate light that since has died. Don’t let the squatters know: let’s keep it all between us, day, between your bell and my secret. Today is dead winter in the forgotten land that comes to visit me, with a cross on [...] |
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