harbors of heaven
Justin Kaplan, a Cambridge author, died yesterday. He was 88. He said that he moved to Cambridge to have access to the open stacks at Harvard’s Widener Library. 187 more words
5 days, 15 hours
DAYS OF POEMS
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid, 437 more words
6 days, 17 hours
Through the window-pane I see your face,
Its outline a little vague
In the dimness of the shadow.
But the whiteness of your skin… 97 more words
1 week, 3 days
Another poem about death employing the figure of the bear (also of the lion, but that will have to wait). The bear’s massive body looks fierce. 305 more words
I KNOW I AM BUT SUMMER TO YOUR HEART
I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year; 134 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
and a mulberry grow by the house. 83 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place? 700 more words