Daniel Artemas Harmon
And there is a swirl as of smoke, within it flame,
and a weak voice says, 'where are the dreams thou
hadest? If they die, love dieth and there is nothing.
Dream again, o little ones, to become great.' more »
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Daniel Artemas Harmon Poems
Cold winds of winter have blown far away springtime is our time and love is today. Kisses and blossoms
Sleep Dream Love
Sleep little child. when beddy-bye comes,
Go strain against the enwrapping snare and curse the silken, delicate bands
Springtime Love # 2
Cold winds of winter have blown far away- Springtime is now time and love is today.
I dreamed of a mountain
I dreamed I was climbin up Tom Roche's mountain and high on the top there was roses all red
God has wheels
Cock on the red to jump at the green! Demon riders drive, Iscariots in Chariots!
The young ones scar when stones are hurled because they are new to this world;
I asked the bobbin in his den and warrior chiefs in shiny boots, the doddering old, the greenling shoots, practitioners of Marx and Zen,
gods within a rose
The ageless sweep of suns and stars beyond the boundaries of time, the universes, galaxies, forever more the more we climb
Love to love
Patient as time and as the sea I waited
Love came my way
I came to the city afraid and alone,
Riding on an emerald ship
For a strange while I saw into far days when you and I will be as quiet dust.
Find a moments peace
To see the cycle, one observes the rose, whose roots suck on, though all the petals fall,
Answer a question now
Beyond is no answer. Before is no question.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Cold winds of winter have blown far away
springtime is our time
and love is today.
Kisses and blossoms
and sweet birds of may
they're to remember
when spring slips away
Springtime is ourtime
when mating birds sing
our time is love time
and love time is spring