Monthly Archives: April 2017

A dazzling light has burst upon my mind, Turned liquid gold, and poured through all my veins. I hear clear bell ringing sweet, clarified, Claiming me entirely with strains Made out of laughing stars and twinkling song, Which sings in … Continue reading →

Oh, lovers of the world, unite! Unite to love and unite to fight! To love the good, to fight the wrong, To save your loves with life-love song! There’s evil men who live to hate; Crush them, stamp them—out of … Continue reading →

I knew a sweet girl who sang like a frog; She took her to market to buy her a log. For frogs she knew, croak at their best When they’re at home and are merriest. She threw her log in … Continue reading →

I smiled, was happy, until you kissed me, Sweet, But now such discord lifts me off my feet, So I can’t know how high I am from ground And dizzy grow from such sweet kissing sound. I wander in a … Continue reading →

She walked along without a song but one that sang inside her. Her heels did ring, her arms did swing—bright-eyed, the world before her. Each step a lift, each swing a gift, to he who turned to sight her. That’s … Continue reading →

Fair model stood naked womanhood, Smooth skin glowing, firm breasts free, Then through a glass the sun did pass, Sharp and bold, this height to see. Her shoulder glanced his blade, But bolder she was not afraid; Took his looking, … Continue reading →

“Croak,” sang the frog, As he leaped through the air; “Croak” sang the katydid— What? Didn’t hear? “Croak,” sang the worm As he shriveled on ground, And we see there is croaking Wherever it’s found! “Croak,” sang the frog As … Continue reading →

Do you love me enough to say you do? Or’s “like” the loving most you have in you? I love not “like” if “like” does not love me, And yet I like not love that is not free. And yet … Continue reading →

Out in the morning, at six-thirty sharp, I sat on our mountain and played my harp. Gave it words, made a song, Let it soar upon air; Around and around it echoed so fair. Yea, so soft it bounced back … Continue reading →

She loved a poor man, very, very poor; His only gold two words: “I”, ending with “adore.” He could not change to wealth his little change, Nor say that word “adore” to sound some strange. Her family said, “No, this … Continue reading →

Oh, do you love my poetry? No, don’t tell me if you do. I’d like to think there’s secret love in you. But, oh, if ever dear loved secret flew, If you soft spoke my poetry, And in my ears … Continue reading →

I lay my cheek against your cheek so warm And feel pour through the life inside of you. I press, how tenderly, my wrist upon your arm, And know my pulse is beating time more true. I meet my lips … Continue reading →

Suzi: What’s this note? (She reads) “I —- you.” A four letter word missing. Are you going to tell me what it is? Stan: No. Guess. Suzi: Oh, no! You hate me! Why? Stan: No, no. Not “hate”! Suzi If … Continue reading →

A young man comes to door of house, knocks. An older man answers. OM: Yes? YM: Hi. Perhaps you could help me. I am looking for someone. OM: You are fortunate. I am Sum Wun. YM: Er, I didn’t mean … Continue reading →

Such lovely strength is my Love’s lovely face, Such glowing, simple, honest, knowing eyes, With eyebrow crowns so glorious, set to grace The sure perfection of soft twins—her lips. Ah, she’s smiling—what a joy to see (Take in the true, … Continue reading →

In the living room of Mitra’s house Mitra: Davin, it is now May. In June we are to be married. I’m getting excited. Are you? Davin, writing in a notebook at a table: Of course. Mitra: That doesn’t sound excited. … Continue reading →

My Korla, she is gone abed, To rest her drowsy sleepyhead. Now may the stars watch over her That nothing bad disturb her. Let gentle dreams bring fair delight That she may deeply sleep all night, An innocent on this … Continue reading →

Life of my life—it is you. Breath of my breath all my days. First among women so true, Second to none in my praise. Light of my eyes, though you’re far, See I no skies but your blue; Only in … Continue reading →

Oh you who seek out love in its full store, Though failure after failure you endure, Keep searching on to where it stands before. Your chances will grow slim and be quite poor, Old age will try to close up … Continue reading →

Two months of you, oh, you, my dearest you, Has so revived me that you cannot know How low I was before you filtered through, Pure surest gold soft shining from your glow, Your spirit’s life, that threw its light … Continue reading →

If love’s o’erwhelming passion proves too strong, Step back awhile and sing a tender song. If too much singing overwhelms her ear, Step further back and whisper soft, but clear. If whispers make her sleep, then all’s alright. Step forth … Continue reading →

The last third of our lives we come upon; What it will be is in our hands to do. Will it be evening grey, or sunlit dawn? It’s up to us, my dear, to me and you. Our chance of … Continue reading →

Although my Korla’s very kind, She’s very quick to speak her mind; Her words do fly like wings of youth To seek, and speak, the honest truth. If I am slow, she let’s me know; If I get lost, I … Continue reading →

Since yesterday’s serious, full-feelinged talk, Respect beside my love for you won’t walk, But runs and shouts, leaps high into the air To know that such a woman’s my heart’s care. Yea, so proud I hold your larger character, So … Continue reading →

To write your fictioned name of Korla, dear, While in my mind I hold your real name near, Is not an easy thing to do, for you, At every turning of my thought, are you, And your dear name is … Continue reading →