gershon hepner Poems

Before he died he asked his wife
for berries from the cloudy north,
reminding him that all his life,
yes, everything that gave it worth,
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Stealing mates of other birds
is Pushkin’s forte. He’s a bird
that’s in a movie. there are words
for birds like that, but it’s absurd
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With no urge to dig for glories
in the deep dirt laid by time
he dug up the ancient stories,
telling them in prose and rhyme,
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Spazieren is a word that means
to roam without restraint
when spirit takes you to the scenes
that planning cannot taint.
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Some compare it to goats bleating,
others find it too intense,
its acoustic central heating
causing purists great offense.
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Who’ll stone you when you feel unable,
eating at the breakfast table,
to answer who’s the great composer,
implying that you are a loser?
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Though my body’s getting older,
my soul, it seems, is getting younger,
more creative, now, and bolder
that when inspired by the hunger
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Those people who’d rather be lucky than good
are right, for it’s really unfortunate
that, down on your luck, there’s an unlikelihood
for prayer to succeed, though importunate.
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To find oneself within another, while
another is within
oneself, is what defines the loving style
of games that are win-win.
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Back glances hooked, time’s hinges halt
and we review the photo-ops
we’ve store in sentimental vaults,
and digitize in photo-shops,
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