Raymond Farrell Poems

When they tell you
We live
In a pluralistic society
What they are saying is
...

The bowels of night give day
Deep darkness breeds noonday light
Failure helps to point the way.
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Nothing is
more sure
than death
more obscure
...

To pure unbroken solitude
in the serene depths of northern boreal forest
by this clear lake of glassy calm
I came in haste to sit and watch
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Swallows
piv
-0
-ting
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It was the barber, the baker
The butcher and cabinet maker
The so-called everyday ordinary Joe
About as ordinary as they go
...

Vaguely
I remember
The coal oil lamps
And wood stove
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First of all, without exception
You must be willing to hear.

Wisdom is conceived
...

Death's versatility
Its preying hand can turn
With sure ability
To snatch the young and old.
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Like the opened rose
brightens the garden path
a smile is comely.
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