David McLansky

Freshman - 896 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

121. Birthday Wishes 5/6/2013
122. Boaz And Ruth 12/26/2012
123. Borders 12/5/2012
124. Brandywine At My Door 5/9/2014
125. Brel2 8/21/2014
126. Bronach 3/19/2014
127. Bronwen's Birthday Poem 11/10/2013
128. Bronwen's Wedding Poem 2/9/2013
129. But I Still Don'T Understand A Word You'Re Saying 8/19/2014
130. But What If No One Asks (A Riff) 1/5/2013
131. By The Window 1/18/2013
132. Cam Lainey On The 7 1/1/2014
133. Carte Blanche 5/21/2013
134. Catullus 1/24/2013
135. Christmas, Hartland, Maine 1996 7/12/2013
136. Chrysalis 3/29/2014
137. Cold But Sentimental 3/28/2014
138. College Ghosts 1/1/2013
139. College Ghosts (A Riff) 1/1/2013
140. Complications 3/7/2014
141. Copper Kettle 9/9/2013
142. Copper Kettle 3/7/2014
143. Copper Plate Upon A Stone 10/18/2013
144. Court Life 12/25/2013
145. Crackers 12/20/2013
146. Crocuses 2/7/2013
147. Crossing A Hall 4/18/2014
148. Curse Of The Burning Witch 9/30/2014
149. Dancing 6/21/2013
150. Daphne In Ireland 2/13/2013
151. Dare I Chart My Own Decline? 4/3/2015
152. David And Absalom 4/10/2014
153. David And Elaine’s Epic Birthday Battle May 12/8/2013
154. Death Remains My Enemy (A Riff) 11/27/2012
155. Debra Song 4/3/2014
156. December 22,1973 4/24/2014
157. Deer In My Garden 5/6/2013
158. Despise Me Not For My Obession With Your Form 10/12/2013
159. Devouring Time 5/25/2013
160. Did I Make The Maidens Blush 11/28/2012
Best Poem of David McLansky

in Praise Of Older Women

Give me not
Your nubile girls
Experts on the course of life,
Whose baby cheeks
Unshadowed eyes
Bespeak the fact
They've never cried.

Give to me
A love of sorrow
Whose flesh has known
Fear of tomorrow;
Whose hands have shaken
With life's knowledge
Never gained
By years of college.

Give to me
A love whose sated
Scores of lovers
Proved ill-fated,
Grateful for the touch
That brings
The revival of
Youth's fateful Spring.

Give me not
Your heart unbroken,
The n'er betrayed
By words unspoken,
Who never ...

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Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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