Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon her bed lay dying—enigma last to seal the spell her verses spread around the globe, …
Category: Death
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
pre-Exodus From Skin
Oh, how a young man’s thoughts still reign in tired bones and soul of dust. Will you remain thru silver years? Until my breath has passed beyond this dimming light, all but gone. Oh, how …
lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the sun-blazed lea, the heather blooming vernal at our feet. Here pagan-wild grows the mood of …
Behind Death’s Door
When leaf has fallen withered from the tree, and night’s dark hand has swept aside the day. When lips are sealed and eyes no longer see, what world awaits the souls that pass away? A …
as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen bed to know but soundless sleep. I would that sparrows all have flown afar from …
Since Death Forgot to Take Me
Since death forgot to take me I’ll wile the earth away, And chase things that forsake me, And smile at those that stay. I’ll revel at this second Birthing of my breast Which devils hadn’t …
Life Viewed From a Window Box
My dear Aimie sits on a window-box cushioned seat watching walkers and cars moving hither and yon through mid-day traffic on Colonial Road in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. With each passing, a story comes to …