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Brian Maloney Poems
I am surprised by the streets of Chicago when the palm of winter grips them with snow as if to forgive the city’s mistakes and give it a canvas that’s new, white, and clean–
On Dealing with Loss...
A smoldering candle cannot understand the light that it gives so close to being lit. It is not a question of what can be conceived,
The Defense of the Star-Spangled Banner
O! say can you see by the dawn’s early light What so proudly we hailed at one point as redeeming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through each perilous fight So gallantly streamed and gave depth to our meaning?
(To be named later)
If I could word each thought that revolves in my head… If, in being thought,
Air and Water Show
1 My eyes are heavy and my body is tired, but the energy that I have is generated from a thought.
The lights are flashing 'cause it’s late but I’m still on the road. Here I am, between two dates a small part of the late night glow.
To My Posterity
Standing in a moment where the birds ride on a gale. The sinking sun has just begun to let darkness make colors pale. Sensing something in the air, I sigh as I exhale. All around I feel the night describe to me its lively tales.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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I am surprised by the streets of Chicago
when the palm of winter grips them with snow
as if to forgive the city’s mistakes
and give it a canvas that’s new, white, and clean–
its fingers, the branches on all of the trees
kneading the air that blows in from the lake.
I’ve never lived next to the pulse of the lake
(until I set foot down the side of Chicago)
breathing in through the streets and out through the trees
welcoming the cool of the wet, numbing snow.
It lets my mind slip into thinking it’s clean
as if to personally forgive my ...