—Thus I sang the fields of change, the flocks of self,/While Tsar Trump thundered war across a continent...
peace
The Wall in Iraq
The deepest past’s mere meters down...
Bucolic I
Tityrus lounges in the shade,/Bees lullaby the sleepy glade,/The reed sings soft, soft as the grass—/Then Meliboeus comes to pass...
Repose
Now cease,/Now sleep,/Drink deep/Of peace...
Two Poems
Nameless, that is what I must be...
Deep Breath
Fearing winter like an old man now...
meditation on peace
it is not my past lives,/where ignorances bond;/it is not my present life,/where other concepts breed;/it is not a future life,/where truth is born;/no –/it is beyond all that...
Charlotte Smith
Charlotte thought her life would be too long/And now she has been dead two-hundred years...
Sad occasion dear
We tenderhearted poets! Of all of us,/Who would not kill for 'Lycidas'?...
Just Poems 