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sam swill

© Rg Gregory

sam swill
took a pill
went blue
ate stew

Valiant Love

© Richard Lovelace

I.
Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye!
She hates! Ah me! It makes me mad;
As if love fir'd his torch at a moist eye,

the sun in orihuela calms the dust
and people glide about the streets at ease
(problems left indoors to cool themselves)
time has grown fat and no one cares
to pin each minute to its proper place
the day is long tomorrow's not yet real

A Story Of Doom: Book VI.

© Jean Ingelow

"Now to-day
One cometh, yea, an harmless man, a fool,
Who boasts he hath a message from our God,
And lest that you, for bravery of heart
And stoutness, being angered with his prate,
Should lift a hand, and kill him, I am here."

at the sixty-ninth station

© Rg Gregory

here at the sixty-ninth station
of the gregokaido road
i have a sense of completion
that is not completed yet

jack beyond the digits

© Rg Gregory

so here we are at last at the ten-boy
never to be the single-figure-aged-again boy
and all the trailing clouds that cling to the not-big child
can be blown away - you're up in your own sky now
clear-blue on some days (if on others windy and wild)

The Full Heart

© Robert Laurence Binyon

If I could sing the song of her
Who makes my heart to sing;
If I could catch the words to match
Its secret blossoming;

Autumn Evenings

© Edgar Albert Guest

Apples on the table an' the grate-fire blazin' high,
Oh, I'm sure the whole world hasn't any happier man than I;
The Mother sittin' mendin' little stockin's, toe an' knee,
An' tellin' all that's happened through the busy day to me:
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but these cosy autumn nights
Seem to glow with true contentment an' a thousand real delights.

blue dress

© Rg Gregory

i can see through the blue
dress when you stand
in the doorway - the light
come indoors softly like

Recovery

© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

As a wild flower hangs its head and wilts

Beneath the reaper's killing scythe,

milano

© Rg Gregory

wandering around milan my father
i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you
i walk and think - my legs roll onwards
i take in the atmosphere but not the view

Season Of Song

© Stesichorus

Forget the wars.
It is time to sing.
Take out the flute from Phrygia
and recall the songs of our blond Graces.

the wounded angel

© Rg Gregory

those who bear the wounded angel
are they honoured or destroyed
far beyond their comprehension
are the warfares of the void

At Rheims

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Their hearts were burning in their breasts
Too hot for curse or cries.
They stared upon the towers that burned
Before their smarting eyes.

uganda cry

© Rg Gregory

uganda (victim to a white
man's piece of chalk) now victim to
a gloated bitterness in black
your griefs have swamped the nile

The River of Life

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

sea horn

© Rg Gregory

within the shell swim all the sea's fish
our ears too are compendiums of sound
the big bang exploded - such a long wish
waves and warps towards the present ground