Poems and Portraits
To the Memory of
This book is dedicated
We used to say: "A poseur's trick!
For rhymes inscribed 'In Memory'
Mean just the rhymester's vanity"...
And would your eyebrows twitch at this,
With your old winsome raillery?
You taugh me how to think: to see,
To fix the forms that to and fro
Across the mind's proscenium go;
You taught me how to write; 'tis not
Your fault I have not written so.
You taught me how to live; you showed
Defeat a mien that never quailed;
And with blithe lips that never paled
You flouted Pain. O Heart of Gold,
'Tis not your fault if I have failed!
You taught me how to die; when Death
Moved in between us, mute and grim,
You smiled and made a friend of him...
God grant to me a smile like yours
When the blurred day lessens and grows dim!
And should this seem a stark parade
Of such a bond as mine and thine,
Forgive this boastful heart of mine
That brags it to the crowd, because
I love our names to intertwine.
- A Wood Fire
- The Paradox
- The Mystic
- A Ghost Speaks
- Heir and Serf
- A Gentleman of Fifty Soliliquizes
- The Towers of Manhattan
- "Only Thy Dust..."
- The Jesters
- Those that Come Back
- The Fellowship of Caiaphas