Oct 28, 2012 | The Work of Greater Minds, Unrhymed Other
TRUTH, so far, in my book;—the truth which draws Through all things upwards,—that a twofold world Must go to a perfect cosmos. Natural things And spiritual,—who separates those two In art, in morals, or the social drift Tears up the bond of nature and brings death,...
Oct 21, 2012 | Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
Late August, given heavy rain and sun for a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it...
Oct 14, 2012 | Quatrains, The Work of Greater Minds
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the...
Oct 14, 2012 | Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day...
Oct 2, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Mom, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
Blankets hide the holes punched through hollow doors and she covers the shelves with plastic dragonflies or ceramic angels bought cheap at dollar stores. Everyday some lone unguarded trinket dies, the victim of a clumsy hand or wagging tail. The epileptic dog will be...
