Monday, May 28, 2018

                     Did Yeats Regret


                 his former loves
the many muses of his past?

his Eileens his Virginias
his Pamelas his Pams

did Pound muse on
Olga when with Dot
on Shakespeare when with Rudge?

do painters pine for models
they painted once
incompletely?

do subjects
never cease to spring
loves never die
once laid gently
in memory?

aye 





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                2018, 2023

Monday, May 21, 2018

                     A Letter from Virgil



suddenly spring is over   summer has begun
passing clouds don’t drop rain   streams from the hill don’t run 
when conversation stops   there's thoughts of long hoses 
for blueberries  raspberries   sugar snaps   cardoons
there’s a good growing moon   iris scents and large roses
columbines have come on now hyacinths are gone 

this year good peonies after much needed rain
battered early blossoms   there’s fresh cut bamboo still green
long stalks for fast climbing pea vines vibrant purple 
climbing tripods of tall slender bamboo
silhouetted against red sky above darkness
like Indian tepee poles   once on the prairie

soon acanthus spears will unfurl crowns of flowers
on orchard trees those fruits that set will soon be culled
by crows taking cherries by farmers thinning crops
for rhubarb a second picking   sorrel has bolted
fresh lettuce is on the way and beans will soon be planted
is this time of year timely for a short visit?






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              2018


Saturday, May 19, 2018

A Letter 



suddenly spring is over
summer has begun
clouds pass over without dropping rain
there's talk of putting out hoses 
for blueberries  raspberries   peas   cardoons
there’s a good growing moon
soon acanthus will flower

those fruits that have set will go on
to greater glory as apples
plums
for rhubarb
there’ll be a second picking

the sorrel is past its best

fresh lettuce is on the way

already crows are inspecting trees
last year they stripped our cherries
we’ve sent off for nets

today we weeded wood hyacinths
hoping to hinder procreation
next will be horse tails 
a constant battle
they compete with strawberries
usually by far our biggest crop

we still have some from last year 

now columbines stand tall





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              2018


Thursday, May 3, 2018


From A Family Saga


if those fragments were put together
O’Donnell’s story might be told
would it catch his anguish
would it catch his pain
would it straighten his back
give him spine again
to relive those moments
relive those days
when warrior equipped
he marched 
when word of war came
to widow a mother 
of five sons one daughter 
when a German bullet
killed Henry Friend
out of his trench
his side lost anyway

flex at knee
shoulders back
chest out
bayonet at ready

a statue guarding 
a cemetery

and another fragment goes on to say
O'Donnell's daughter by bigamy
Rebecca
married Henry Friend's son
James
who also was maimed in a war



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                2018

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