Yo, so I'm going to be putting some of my favorite poems up here, when
I get a chance. Look for Donne, Herrick, Longfellow, Herbert, Browning,
Auden, Rossetti--and Thomas Traherne over my dead body.
In the meantime here's some of my original work. Unfortunately I have
written next to nothing recently :(
The Sounds of the Walls
The sounds of the walls,
The black waterfalls,
The muck and the mire galore;
These are the fiends that one hopes not to find
Haunting one's slumbers once more.
To KM
Six foot tall redhead
Wonderful dancer
Somewhat hotheaded
Lefties entrance her
Natural Athlete
Strong of the Brain
She holds up like concrete
Through calculus pain
Life of the party
At Colgate and Blair
It all just comes down to
Her fiery-red hair
On the Absence of Chemical Stimulant
Checkered maroon and white--
What darkened shade of red?
Last call arrives; it's closing time
I trundle off to bed
Today
Two men walk along the shore;
One stops to stare, and moves no more.
The other keeps his weary way
But thinks no more of yesterday.
A tall ship sailing through the night
Bespies at length a patch of light;
Yet none are there to cry for land--
The rudder yields to spectre hand.
Asleep, bestoned are we today!
No seeing, being, child's play;
No strength of mind and eagle eye
For truth, for love--we do but die.
A Circular Argument
Cheery, happy, joyous me
I set my grim ideas free
To fly throughout the silent world:
Poetry most coarsely hurled.
