Post more comments

Steven Federle

(1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

On the Feast of St. Stephen


'The life of the soul is not knowledge, it is love, since love is the act of the supreme faculty, the will, by which man is formally united to the final end of all his striving – by which man becomes one with God.' (The Seven Storey Mountain)


Knowing,
my eyes can see how wind tears, how
clouds ravage the sky
to shreds…

Can you hear the geese fleeing
shouting dread
as the savage storm crouches?

Are you afraid?

I know
how the sea sometimes
launches boulders;

but the stubborn land
bows and waits
and, swollen, forgives

with torrents of life;
rivers of joy.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (On the Feast of St. Stephen by Steven Federle )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Too much, hasmukh amathalal
  2. Beer, Britton DeJong
  3. A Flower Is To See, Not To Kiss Or Smell, Bijay Kant Dubey
  4. In the forest, Philo Yan
  5. The Devil Called On Me, louis rams
  6. Papa Says That The Son Will Make A Name, Bijay Kant Dubey
  7. When I see, you come to me as a poem, Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Church Of Souls, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  9. After Kissing The Drunk Girl, Bijay Kant Dubey
  10. Awaiting Fulfillment, RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Browning

After
by Robert Browning

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]