Jesse Kloos Poems

Do these tell an untold story;
These pages which before me lie?
And can this Pen unveil it for me;
While in my hand, to bring it nigh?
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There was a time I longed for Spring-
To see the blue above
And hear the yellow warbler sing
Of everlasting love.
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The final petal said you love me not,
And mournfully I knew this must be true,
And so I hid it in a book by Yeats,
Then placed it on a shelf high out of view;
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A wistful little Thrush was perched
Aloft upon a stem—
Observing all the other birds,
Comparing her to them.
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'Twas easier in days gone by
To evince with glint of eye,
Glowing cheeks, and heads held high,
That unlade were our shoulders.
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O love, my love, I bid thee come and rest
Beside me here, upon this pier, and stare
At ripples kissing moonlight as they crest;
Like drowning hopes in desperate search of air.
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Some crash ashore with eventide's rise,
And delight and refresh with their spray.
They sway and break behind the closed eyes,
But melt 'way at the break of the day.
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What is this Thing within the mirror?
I scarcely recognize.
It truly is a thing of terror!
Yet I still empathize.
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