Wild Birds
Across a still and perfect sky in Autumn The geese come headlong, urgent, flying low With no heed of guns or wind or weather, As if brute...
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By Paul Gallagher
- Sep 24, 2021
- 1 min
La Vida Es Sueño
The sand of the shore is smooth and packed and heavy To meet the huge momentum of the rolling of the sea. The dociles do not change, the...
By Paul Gallagher
- Jul 2, 2021
- 3 min
The Sickness
A dread disease, a time of woe Struck three hundred years ago And then again, and then again, So of this tale, I know not when— It...
By Paul Gallagher
- Jan 27, 2021
- 2 min
Unnamed
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...
By Paul Gallagher
- Jul 25, 2020
- 2 min
The Violin Soldier
It was a story somehow true – it likely happened so, It's strange – but there is much that's strange in human powers to know. A young...
By Paul Gallagher
- Apr 27, 2020
- 1 min
Poems After Dickenson
The one who is given Great gifts may thus fall; The thief attained to heaven In the last interval. Love makes all even, Truth, not time,...
By Paul Gallagher
- Aug 12, 2019
- 1 min
The Sensitive Plant on the Moon
Night past night, down the endless starry river; We watch for any change, but do not see The tiny metaphor that is to be The lightning...
By Paul Gallagher
- Jun 17, 2019
- 2 min
The Night Star
At last, the Sun looked down upon the treasure The night star had seen; It rose, and burned to know what midnight pleasure To the night...
By Paul Gallagher
- May 1, 2019
- 2 min
Volare … Cantare
Above in the trees, the birds are calling and replying, Their lively laughter moving the gentle evening air, The wrens gaily singing, the...
By Paul Gallagher
- Dec 31, 2018
- 2 min
Songbirds
Once did an ancient poet see, When antique dawn spread out her light, Two birds of song and poetry Upon a bending, flowering tree. And as...
By Paul Gallagher
- Sep 17, 2018
- 1 min
Deep Down
Tired bends the lily Beneath its gorgeous flower; Weary stoops the pilgrim Drawn on by heavenly power. All the soldier’s glory Is grime...
By Paul Gallagher
- Jul 30, 2018
- 1 min
The Farmer’s Jewels
Within a fortress prison, A stubborn yeoman sits within the cell That tyranny has chosen For him who would rebel. Of home and wife his...
By Paul Gallagher
- Mar 31, 2018
- 1 min
Of Sense
‘Cross all the rise of history The greatest voices spoke to me, Warmed me like fire; I did not reply, But hearing I stood as in their...
By Paul Gallagher
- Mar 20, 2018
- 2 min
Who Can Tell a Wave...
Who Can Tell a Wave… Who can tell a wave when its run will end? A soldier answers, “None.” How many chances come to flee or stand? Again...
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