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The Waiting Room

Bend an ear by the tomato pots, Beneath the loam and garden sward O’er bent by pumpkin’s leafing splayed, A rasping murmur from un-decay: “We are the…

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In the Forest at Dawn

Behind dark leaves, its velvet shines – hints, streaks. It stratifies night's margins, almost undefines the darkness, stealing without noise. Now tawny striae slip across trunks of…

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Civic Duties

Perched cardinals dress the cold woods like roses. A stag lays lifeless by the oak grove. His heart rests in my bloodstained hands. He will feed my…

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What is Now

What is now, is not this Only, but is all time, All places – with those Ahead and those behind In one – and so now too…

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Palm Sunday

Riding on a donkey fit for a King, Unlike all others, passing through the crowd, Cheering you on, their cheap hosannas ring, Which shall sour into condemnation…

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Revery

And when at last the least light sings its sleep and mutes itself against the whirling deep where stars fold up in friezes from the dark like…

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Two Faces of Delhi

Heavens use their chartreuse painting brushes; Chapels, pagodas fan out their doors; Sun's print on my tea, the mad crowd rushes; High-pitched bargains at greengrocers' stores; Buses'…

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ICU

Night and blinding rain could not hold me back. Though all the mudlets of hell danced on the lying skin of a hundred potholes, and wipers whapped…

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Prodigal

I could not wait for the old fool to die, Demanded inheritance in advance, Went off to brighter lights, my luck to try, Hard liquor to drink,…

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