The Poetry Of..
Harold Lorin........,,...................................................
Chastity
At the center of the universe
From which I am now far
Is the notion of the poem.
Chaste. Untouched by meaning.
Such corruption comes later
Like despair and hopeless desire.
At the white hot core the poem is clean
As are pulsing electrons and their antonyms
From which the word erupts
Untroubled by meaning
Unbothered by man.
Parkinsons
This affliction has her in its hands.
She pushes it off with wild swings.
It does not relax. It shakes her.
She trembles. Her thoughts curl.
Though at another time she had such
A sweet smile and such a nice nose.
Paradise Lost
So often now you turn from me
With shadows on your eyes
As if I once so fair to you
Am now so foul.
Is this the work of time?
Or have I
Driven out your patience
For one you should not perhaps
Have chosen to be with.
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