The Poetry Of.
Harold Lorin..................................................
Curtains
These summer drapes will never
Serve to hold in time and
Keep this quiet moment safe
Within this cocooned room.
What we are right now
Will easily escape out to
The outside world of
Then and when and soon.
So in the morning we will see another day
We shall be older.
We shall still hope.
But it will not be the same.
Erehwon
Here in white Erehwon
Her hair will fall on my face
She will kiss me.
She will come out of the
Whiteness of the tablet
To press her lips against me
And hold her hand against my cheek
It will be better than it was
We will watch the elephants loading teak
The sailboats and the rowboats loading teak
And there'll be no need to speak.
Measurements
I watched the creature
Lithe and green
Fluid and disciplined
Like a Danseur Noble
Arch across my hand.
Without care I moved
It fell on the chair
And there it lay still
Until it arched once more
Toward some new destination.
Three times I offered it my hand
Three times it turned away
Three times it arched aside
It had my measure now.
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