Mark Van Doren
Mark Van Doren Poems
|1.||Dunce Songs : 9||1/3/2003|
|2.||Farewell And Thanksgiving||1/3/2003|
|6.||The Deepest Dream||1/3/2003|
|7.||He Loves Me||1/3/2003|
|9.||After Long Drought||1/3/2003|
|10.||Our Lady Peace||1/3/2003|
Our Lady Peace
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed,
The solitary, sweating as he paused.
Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified,
Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.
The envelope of earth was powder loud;
The taut wings shivered, driven at the sun.
The piper put his pipe away and bowed.
Not here, he said. I hunt the love-cool one,
The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she?
We shook our heads, parting for him to pass.
Our lady was of no such trim degree,
And none of us had seen her face, alas.
She was the very ridges that we must ...