The Sun in Poetry
Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well […]
Poetry
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Walking Uptown Minus Your Next Dose of Sinemet Your legs give out…and then Manhattan grows. The blocks get longer…stretch ahead unbroken… You limp and know that all the city knows
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Appointment w/ My Neurologist “Have you fallen yet?” she always asks, In her gorgeous scarf and white lab coat. “Been feeling dizzy? Spit caught in your throat? Frustrated that you can’t do
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The Sun in Poetry
Evening The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the
Another Parkinson’s Sonnet
You lived a rich life; couldn’t ask for more – Then whoa! The fickle Fates cry out, “Hey, you! Just wait until ya see what we’ve in store – A
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The Sun in Poetry
The little river twittering in the twilight, The wan, wondering look of the pale sky, This is almost bliss. And everything shut up and gone to sleep, All the troubles
The Sun in Poetry
The Desolate Field Vast and gray, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and gray, and— In the tall, dried grasses a goat stirs
The Sun in Poetry
August No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. On either side, smitten as with a spell Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, Edging the dusty
The Moon in Poetry
I remember The crackle of the palm trees Over the mooned white roofs of the town… The shining town… And the tender fumbling of the surf On the sulphur-yellow beaches
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The Sun in Poetry
The Dark Hills Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors under ground, Far