Monthly Archives: March 2018

Days – Karle Wilson Baker

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine – such free and flying things! I find … Continue reading

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Blue Smoke – Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

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A Clear Night – Karle Wilson Baker

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment, Impatient to be rid of it. And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders This jewel caught in my hair.

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Death, Always cruel – Dante Alighieri

Death, always cruel, Pity’s foe in chief, Mother who brought forth grief, Merciless judgment and without appeal! Since thou alone hast made my heart to feel This sadness and unweal, My tongue upbraideth thee without relief. And now (for I … Continue reading

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Love And The Gentle Heart – Dante Alighieri

Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other one as well divorced as reason from the mind’s reasoning. Nature craves love, and then creates love king, and makes … Continue reading

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Red, Red Wine – Scarlett Treat

Remembering, I ponder my wine glass, Envisioning blazing night embers, Shadows dancing in my dreams, And I consider……Love. I am indecisive, My memories are desolate, And I question your love Because you called Collect! I wonder where your soul is … Continue reading

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Red Dust – Philip Levine

This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, the birth and death of her own beauty. She stared into the mirror next to our table littered with the … Continue reading

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