Where I cannot, you have gone. You’ll not come smiling back at dawn, However long I linger here. But night will pass, and I will see The sun and morning on the trees And know, though gone, you are yet near. Now my own path...
Read MoreAl fondo del Pacífico Se encuentra lo perdido. Se encuentra lo desusado, Lo mal aprovechado. No hay recogido Del fondo del Pacífico, Solo una eternidad De descanso involuntario. st, 09/2009 Driving down the Santa Cruz coast...
Read MoreOur mother sat to rest back down the way. We knew not, as she bid her shadow stay With us awhile. It was at noonday, bright With sun, when she complained of dying light, We grasped her arm and found a slack and thin Ethereal...
Read MoreI thought when first I held in store A silent, guarded bit of me That at last conquered your will, I was a child in fear of men. You, who vows like medals wore, To whom committal came so free, Were a woman — while I was...
Read MoreCome, Lay your head against my breast. Await the coming of your rest. st, about 2004 Falls Church ___________________ © 2016, R.S. Adamcik adamcikb@pobox.com
Read MoreHow long the journey, How short the road, To have found my destination Behind the door I closed As I was leaving. st, +/- 2004 Otsego ___________________ © 2016, R.S. Adamcik adamcikb@pobox.com...
Read MoreThe power of night Lies in universality. Darkness is darkness, And not seeing is Sometimes forgetting That a Chilean countryside Is not a Texas prairie, That the world at thirty Is not the world at seventeen. st, 1980 Talca...
Read MoreWhen in your prolonged twilight Will the beckoning rest of death Entice more than the mystery Of your life’s next happening? Will you one day lie to sleep And, in its sheltering mantle, Choose some earlier dream over the...
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