THIS I told to the man
who wed my daughter…
“In the mathematics of love…
1 + 1 = 1 “
and, I so gently placed
my daughter’s hand
upon the soul I trust
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Daily Archives: March 24, 2014
THE WEDDING
THE SLEEP
i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
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A HUNDRED POEMS XIIII
(TO MY DAUGHTER)
1.
What spirit imbue that flesh
a love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold
that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe
And touch thy father’s heart, too!
2.
And thou tend to good deeds
that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too
thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along
shall forever follow you!
3.
Her lovely grace in turmoil say
and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts
not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance
that room which first I met you
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A HUNDRED POEMS XIII
(c) 2012 EP Robles
What gather beneath thou feet
a thorn by lost tender rose
or a shadow that wish sleep
dear love star-shine more
that path you light for me
a journey from death to life
misadventure by heart and love
what true-life doth not tend
fracture feeling we expend
love-my-loving heart sooth
a gracious wind sweep us hath
over-above and-up unto heaven
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