Soldiers make quick work of life; Quick as the slipping of a knife They abandon mother, child and wife And are no more. To them the...

Who goes there, wandering About the mists and the rains? Among the alpine crests And mountains’ crystal streams? A Chinese mountain man...

Time to recount the sparrows of the air. Seated alone on an elected stair, I stare as they appear and disappear. Tonight the deck...

A Sailor's Song I’m going to sail the ocean I’m going to sail the sea I’m going to find my one true love And bring her home to me. I’ll...

It was the eyes that first ensnared my sight, As if through the hazy, gray years were glowing, Like beacons in my soul’s long wandering...

The fields stretch out, bare, icy: __Wide, blank, yet-unetched slates, Tabulae rasae, waiting __The chisel of the Fates, But deep beneath...

Beware utopia’s demented choirs. Their melodies, with sweet, seductive splendor, Inflaming Man’s fantastical desires For liberty from...

Life is like a waking dream, Ripples on a fading stream, It has laughter, it has crying— A beginning and an ending. It's dear like a...

Come, Darkness Come, Darkness, Wrap me in your ebon mantle as a shroud. Freed from wearied weariness may I find peace Lost within the...

Colosseum Reverie She’s ruined, though her shadows dwell, Forever reaching for the light, And crumbling blocks of travertine Still mourn...

Insurrection She has become as the night—listening for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening, reminds me of her, and the wind,...

When my time has come And helium Weighs down on my exhausted core, Spent from shedding light Through the endless night Until the fuel...

The dreams I had have been forgotten now— The dreams I once believed I knew were true— The dreams I know will haunt me every day— The...

Old as the eons that measure the galaxies, As to the unheard music they swirl, Young as the feeling that plays in the heart And the smile...

Insects buzzing, feathers flapping, rumbles Of hungry mammal-mouths demanding meat; Decay and sticky leaves, a monkey tumbles Through...

Is it quite fair to say dirt's only brown? Are there not other colors there? — Look down. That brown is multifaceted and could Be broken...

(After the painting by T. Cole) I dreamed I lay on drawing books, Atop a column, perching high, To gaze upon the world below And saw...

When Pentheus [“grief’] went into the mountains in the garb of the baccae, his mother [Agave] and the other maenads, possessed by...

The motion of thy tender, fragile heart, I hear it at the instant I awake, And thy mischievous laughter makes me quake In resonance, as...

Both beauty and intelligence were mine. But to what end? Of all the nineteen who Sprang from my mother’s fecund thighs, of daughters I...