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The Diversified Poems
1) A Fearless Night
I sat quietly, and watched the night weeping in—
Lonely from some eerie dark, unknown to man.
Lo! Beneath the dome of heaven, grit with crept
And conspiracy,—(Clark A. Smith looked at me)
He sucked the sunlight, hid within the twilight,—
With unrequited tears: then in ominous silence,
He tried to swallow me!...
*865 9/2005 [dedicated to: CAS]
2) Shadow-lands
I walked with the dead—quietly
In the darkness of its vaults
Looking at its ruined past,
Their shadows taunting above my head!
In the twilight of these unwashed vaults
Shadow-lands, unresponsive
Yearning hands, vaguer faces:
All shadowy hanging limbs above me!
All these grim and ghostly shapes I see
Have tears, sorrow, and misery.
No joy upon their faces at all;
I pause, I sigh, I see thee, see thee…
(I am like a dreamless bird, caught
in, in the vanishing shadow-lands of
a vision.)
3) A Witness of Minnesota
The winter moonlight frosts the north…
The lights that melts the quiet sky…
Silently—from far to near
The evening trembles forth with stars!
From ebbing forests, rivers sweep
Unseen life, oblivious weeps,
That held dominion in the deep,
Once changeless, now changes—perpetuity
Who guards the holy northern skies?
At their insurmountable posts?
What final commands bend their might?
O, territorial armies of eternal light.
And onto which this land was born,
Whose life awakes to live again?
The light of forests lift up ye face
To the legacy of lasting Destiny!
#863 9/2005
4) City of Doom
Where lonely now, New Orleans rests
And scattered dwells, antique dust
The towers of doomed cities (saith sing) rise
Accordant to American skies!
Swept into destructions forum
The city of melody is no more
Floating under waters and waist
The cords of music cry, infinity!
#860 9/2005
5) An Old Poet
O, yes, yes! To thy I bow, too
The dignified laurels on my brow
To my unworth’t, is give to know!
Such poet who holds humanities soul
A shadow o’er my vision runs
Lo! The weariness of man
As I taste his bitterness: death
What is, shall be; what was, is.
(And sealed for eternity.)
#861 9/2005
(For Robert Bly and Don Hall)
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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