OWEN I.A. ROCHE Poems

You and all are wanderers
in the night where dragons prowl
and the unbelievable beasts
of undermind rage and growl
...

You are gone, long gone;
and you have forgotten.

I am alone remembering,
...

Go now greenly into brown
and shed the dead outerness
serenely, as maid gown,
as life body, as cicada skin.
...

This death
some will lament
remembering brief flames,
but to you,
...

oh come to me
my l' il honey lips
we'll sip the wine
and in between the sips
...

I don't laugh at man
(or cry)
to see his simian antics;
...

Because you are
tender to the world,
you feel too deeply.
The youngest scar
...

when i was five
i killed alot of japanese beetles
to save our roses
and the winter cherries nodding
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My grandfather the tailor was a stocky Ukrainian.
By day he worked in the sweat shops,
By evening cold chicken and tea.
A lump of sugar for him and one for me.
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I shall write you a song, little
you have thorns but you're my kind of flower
we'll go live in an ivory tower
and I'll make up a whole song for you
...