Stillness
Voices inside my ears!
The boy I was who fears
first grade soon tears at me.
The adolescent lost
in sere self-consciousness
still reappears high noon.
That husband, now divorced,
avoids and jeers June love.
Pray soon I overhear.
~Son Rivers 2006
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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