Mar 8, 2015 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Mom, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
How ill a son returns his mother’s love. A mother’s love is spendthrift, wasteful, strange– while his response, at best, is but an echo of that heart. —It will never be a fair exchange. Share...
Jan 22, 2015 | Grief, Mom, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart’s decaying. It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying. Yet let the grief and humbleness, as low as silence, languish. Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish O poets,...
Jan 16, 2012 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
Goodnight my friend. Goodnight sweet Carines. When I heard, I did not want to believe; if it were true, the earth would be made less, made ugly, cruel; a pain without reprieve. But the mourning world wages quiet war; against death, our ever-enemy, we crusade as the...
