by Susan | Apr 8, 2015 | National Poetry Month
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness? They took my lover’s tallness off to war, Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess What I can use an empty heart-cup for. He won’t be coming back here any more. Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knew When he went...
by Susan | Apr 7, 2015 | National Poetry Month
this poem is plenty my camel cannot carry more— oil glistens on wood be content with that ~ what if judgment comes & i have not witnessed the kiss of wings— the way sage forgives have we hidden salvation under the fig leaves every body knows ~ maybe the truth— is...
by Susan | Apr 6, 2015 | National Poetry Month
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod....
by Susan | Apr 5, 2015 | National Poetry Month
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all...
by Susan | Apr 4, 2015 | National Poetry Month
In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls, I walk from one epoch to another without a memory to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing the history of the holy … ascending to heaven and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because love and...
by Susan | Apr 3, 2015 | National Poetry Month
Not the peace of a cease-fire, not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the excitement is over and you can talk only about a great weariness. I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult. And my son plays with a toy gun...
