Henri Cole


Poems of Henri Cole

1. Buddha and the Seven Tiger Cubs 7/21/2006
2. Childlessness 7/21/2006
3. Folly 7/21/2006
4. Harvard Classics 7/23/2006
5. White Spine 7/21/2006

White Spine

Liar, I thought, kneeling with the others,
how can He love me and hate what I am?
The dome of St. Peter's shone yellowish
gold, like butter and eggs. My God, I prayed
anyhow, as if made in the image
and likeness and him. Nearby, a handsome
priest looked at me like a stone; I looked back,
not desiring to go it alone.
The college of cardinals wore punitive red.

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