Patti Masterman Poems

Inside the angels is an emptiness

where evil would have lived;
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When I am dead, I will not know
On which hill the bluebells grow,
Or what spot to watch at night-
To see the morning stars first light.
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Your grave must be your bed,
though I never thought of it that way before;
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Somewhere under stars that shine,
Somewhere above the sod's
The thing that we find everywhere-
The universe- the soul of God.
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Friends are apparitions,

Now here, now gone, you see;
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She became a skull-face, but I became Death,
Brackishly leaning, with foul-tempered breath.

She became an andiron, and I became a poker,
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I think I would rather wear blue

(Or some metropolitan hue)
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She took herself away
To where we could never find her,
Borne along by her words-
Her whole life sad in singing.
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The wind was whispering secrets
The trees were loath to tell,
So they wrapped them with their blossoms,
And left them where they fell.
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Heaven sweet and low
On a homemade counterpane;
Soft snoring, then all quiet again-
Love o'er us, come reign.
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