Daily Archives: August 16, 2016

Poem – The Apartment House

Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from its shade, And vagrant breezes touch its walls and die. Here sullen convicts in their chains might lie, Or slaves … Continue reading

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Poem – Thanksgiving 

The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled! Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the sting … Continue reading

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Poem – Stars

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)  Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks … Continue reading

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Poem – St. Laurence 

Within the broken Vatican The murdered Pope is lying dead. The soldiers of Valerian Their evil hands are wet and red.  Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits, His cassock is his only mail. The troops of Hell have burst the gates, … Continue reading

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