Spring Poems (2008)
Spring Poems Towards spring in the City (a St.
Paul, Minnesota Poem) Where the Mississippi River nears the pier, when spring is near, the water is loud and high; and all the winter birds, come back, against the morning sky..
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Also, there the tireless ice melts, heaps, upon heaps against the river banks; flows down to Saint Louis, and then onto New Orleans (and then, out into the Gulf).
But close at hand, the city wakes (St.
Paul) from the refuges of the winter's deep; no longer will the city hibernate, a large unrest, for spring.
Ten-thousand voices can one hear moving faster than a deer, as spring nears, and nears, and nears, until they can say, "...
spring is here!" #2214 2-3-2008 Comes Twilight and the Owls Comes twilight and the owls, prowling like cats upon limb-fanged branches of trees...
; willing slaves, to the night: sleek as the fiends, they are-these small eyed offspring of twilight.
#2215 2-3-2008 The Day for Dying And so we live life, the best we can between weakness and strength, night and daylight! Awaken by the morning birds- to sleep by the evening stars, and in-between we dread the day the day to come...
the day for dying! #2212/ 2-3-2008 Mother's Saint Teresa There's more news to tell you, Mom but I think I said enough-whoops perhaps not, let me add, I put a statue of Saint Teresa alongside your urn (here in Lima).
I had picked it up, if you recall, in Santiago, Chile, in 2002, at her grave site.
I had two of them, if I remember, I gave you one, when I returned from that trip, and here, here now is the other..
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11/2007 (#2216) Haiku for Peacekeeping You need big-sharp-teeth With diplomacy, to win A war without a battle...
! No: 2100 (12-15-2007) Dedicated to Dr.
Rodriguez Mackay
Paul, Minnesota Poem) Where the Mississippi River nears the pier, when spring is near, the water is loud and high; and all the winter birds, come back, against the morning sky..
..
Also, there the tireless ice melts, heaps, upon heaps against the river banks; flows down to Saint Louis, and then onto New Orleans (and then, out into the Gulf).
But close at hand, the city wakes (St.
Paul) from the refuges of the winter's deep; no longer will the city hibernate, a large unrest, for spring.
Ten-thousand voices can one hear moving faster than a deer, as spring nears, and nears, and nears, until they can say, "...
spring is here!" #2214 2-3-2008 Comes Twilight and the Owls Comes twilight and the owls, prowling like cats upon limb-fanged branches of trees...
; willing slaves, to the night: sleek as the fiends, they are-these small eyed offspring of twilight.
#2215 2-3-2008 The Day for Dying And so we live life, the best we can between weakness and strength, night and daylight! Awaken by the morning birds- to sleep by the evening stars, and in-between we dread the day the day to come...
the day for dying! #2212/ 2-3-2008 Mother's Saint Teresa There's more news to tell you, Mom but I think I said enough-whoops perhaps not, let me add, I put a statue of Saint Teresa alongside your urn (here in Lima).
I had picked it up, if you recall, in Santiago, Chile, in 2002, at her grave site.
I had two of them, if I remember, I gave you one, when I returned from that trip, and here, here now is the other..
..
11/2007 (#2216) Haiku for Peacekeeping You need big-sharp-teeth With diplomacy, to win A war without a battle...
! No: 2100 (12-15-2007) Dedicated to Dr.
Rodriguez Mackay
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