The Anthem
“Anthem” The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what …
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Poetry
Sharper than a scapel, more soothing than a balm, more supportive than a cast,
poetry, as medicine, is the way through.
Poem for a Funeral
If I should die and leave you here a while. Be not like others, soon undone, who keep Long vigil by the silent dust and …
Birches
BIRCHES by Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some …
Ode to the Totipotent Hematopoetic (sic) Stem Cell
Ode to the Totipotent Hematopoetic (sic) Stem Cell Horizons limn the dancing sea And hide the island home I seek. The charted course to …
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Notes On A Staff
Japanese Winter branches tipped with birds, fat buds that blossom on the air; gray flames at rest on a poplar candelabrum; four””-no, three””-notes on a …
We Must Bless Ourselves With Peaches
The Shopper I visit the grocery store like an Indian woman of Cuzco attends a cathedral. Repeating words: butter, bread, apples, butter bread apples. I …
Timeless Truth
what issa heard two hundred years ago issa heard the morning birds singing sutras to this suffering world. i heard them too, this morning, which …
The Poetry of Dr. Williams
For those of you who don’t know, William Carlos Williams (some consider him the father of the “Beat” generation) was a medical doctor. It is …
Ah, Dancer
Sweet Dancer The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth, Escaped out of …
What Teachers Bring
Gratitude to Old Teachers When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake, We place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon …