Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #4

Don’t stand beside my grave and weep, For I’m not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rushContinue reading “Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #4”

Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #3

Middle Parts of Fortune, by Frederic Manning “The air was alive with the rush and flutter of wings; it was ripped by screaming shells, hissing like tons of molten metal plunging suddenly into water, there was the blast and concussion of their explosion, men smashed, obliterated in sudden eruptions of earth, rent and strewn in bloodyContinue reading “Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #3”

Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #1

“Anthem” by Leonard Cohen 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 is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again theContinue reading “Two O’ Clock in the Morning Poetry, #1”