Connor J. Wade
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Connor J. Wade Poems
The Music Faded
As a symphony lingers in the ears, As the Sun casts its swift departure's glow, So do the pains of love and loss and fear Engross the poet, being all he knows.
If and Only If
I can reach infinity if and only If my arms could extend beyond the stars And then farther, where thoughts free but lonely Drift and clash and aggregate and war.
Aegis of Dream
In a dream it is possible to grasp Oceans vast and all the tumult within, For in a dream's embrace do we at last Welcome every fear and vicious whim;
I, the Statue
If a statue in itself duly finds, In a winter which could chill fiery stone, The urge to dance, surely will other minds Shun it for having a mind of its own.
The Voice of Seas
In the ceaseless clashing of wave and shore Is found the insouciant voice of seas. They speak their sibilant tongue, but wherefore They do is answerable with no ease.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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The Music Faded
As a symphony lingers in the ears,
As the Sun casts its swift departure's glow,
So do the pains of love and loss and fear
Engross the poet, being all he knows.
The music faded, the aching subdued,
An artist of words cannot escape still
That enchanting prison, that inner feud;
And bastille being life, he never will.