Daniel Artemas Harmon
Biography of 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.'
Daniel Artemas Harmon Poems
Cold winds of winter have blown far away springtime is our time and love is today. Kisses and blossoms
Answer a question now
Beyond is no answer. Before is no question.
I was walkin, sad and so lonely lookin for a wishin well
Pass on what you know
Body, you say, or soul, not understanding the whole. When worms crawl through your brain nothing of soul will remain-
Deep in the night Though other arms enfold me I think of you And of the dream that died
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,
Sleep Dream Love
Sleep little child. when beddy-bye comes,
Go strain against the enwrapping snare and curse the silken, delicate bands
Riding on an emerald ship
For a strange while I saw into far days when you and I will be as quiet dust.
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