You move your hands on me; I feel their faces -
This one’s soft slow aging smile,
That one’s wordless yes.
You lie beside me here: yet I must share you -
The German speaking in her sleep,
Your fragile Countess,
And those three few you loved,
Those three lost Orientals, turning
Their faces to me from your crowded dreams.
You ask me why [...]
Archive for August, 2008
The Crowded Bed
Posted in Elizabeth Boleman Herring, Poetry on August 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
For The Tall Sailor’s Son
Posted in Elizabeth Boleman Herring, Poetry on August 25, 2008 | 9 Comments »
I was twelve when you were not at all,
My dear. Your mother taught me what
She knew. I saw the sailors come to call -
I heard the tall one’s voice long after she forgot
Him. You must know these things, and yet
You come and stare and ask me to say yes,
Your voice all breath, your hands all [...]
No Coward Soul Is Mine
Posted in Emily Bronte, Poetry on August 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty ever-present Deity!
Life, that in me has rest
As I Undying Life have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid [...]
