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The Poems, Part One


Selections below are from "Part One, A Love Sampler," and they are just that: 

A sampling of the many moods of the heart.  There are other such poems scattered throughout

Parts Two and Three, but PartOne of Sheer Poetry Revisited is devoted wholly to lovers.

"Many of my poems, particularly in 'A Love Sampler,' are intensely personal; 

but some of the most heartfelt were drawn on the experiences of others."

  
GREEN IS THE COLOR OF HOPE

Green is the color of hope,
once someone told me;
esperanza, she said, in the quick
tongue of her youth.

Today I clothe myself in green--
her verde of lambent Springs,
an honest forest green,
shades of shamrock, moss, the sea in storm--
all green, from head to foot;
and for a modest bit of fancy, jade.

Today I see you again.
We shall speak of our old attachment,
seated formally in shade beneath green trees.
And I shall watch your eyes--
green, I remember--
for some small sign.  Today I dress in hope.


         
         THE FLOWER ASKED NO REASON      

The flower asked no reason for its being   
but simply bloomed in answer to the sun,       
creating for its moment's span a marvel:
an inch of beauty where there had been none.

So is it with the love that grows unbidden
except by lights from your insouciant face:
Unprecedented, perishable beauty,
for this short time, in this now hallowed place.

                       


   GEMSTONES

    We tear each other with claws--
    sharpened on the gemstones 
    we hide in place of hearts.
    Primitive--pitiless--
    we slash, we rend, we tear.
    We crush with careless words
    more cruel than armies;
    torture upon racks of disparate pride;
    we parry, thrust, for new plateaus of pain.
    And because we love--because we hate--
    each other, like gemstones we endure.
    I am opal.  You are moonstone.
    Both hold ancient fires; both are cool.