Biography of Steven Federle
Read the poems and you will have an idea of me.
Steven Federle's Works:
Summer to Fall, poems 2011 now available at Lulu.com
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Bluebell Books: Sunday Interview on Summer Into Fall with Steven Federle at http: //bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-interview-on-summer-into-fall.html#links
Steven Federle Poems
The Denial Of St. Peter
(after Caravaggio's, The Denial of St. Peter) On the edge hands clenched,
ancient lake spirit of glacier, waves recede
“What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.” Thomas Merton “To love another person is to see the face of God.” Victor Hugo +
Fog's gone, the sky rises to steaming heights sheds hot silver to gleaming bay thin lines of fire spreading
Storms pass, winds subside life abides. See how the cottonwoods trees
Blue day too quickly ends consumed by foggy night. Proceed with care
Cherry Blossoms On Palm Sunday
Windy day, undulant sun floods smooth cut of lawn
Thin lines restrain, sameness my breath contains, till I can no longer feel Your perfect pain!
Russian Tanks Gather At The Ukrainian Bo...
armies in the night, steel wheels scrape the sacred earth.
At The Death Of A Young Girl
I see its raw fury clawing at her hands, Kissing her sallow face with lies so perfect on silk pillows, Concealing raw, gaping wounds inside, the insult The harsh silence, the enforced peace.
Blue Days Blue days race to starry nights.
March rain, thick mists drip from grey branches, glowing grass, rising like fire.
Death Waits On The Shores Of Tripoli
He scans the desert night for apocalyptic stars and shrieks with delight when hurtling spears
The Capitol Corridor moves heavily through the dark,
crossing the thinly guarded streets, blaring, berating
impatient drivers waiting for flashing poles, sparking
their rage as they glare at watches. The ground shakes,
rolling earthquake, Cyclop's eye, headlight throbbing, crushing
bright straight rails, pounding diesel relentlessly hauling
into no-man's land, receding rails guarded only by brush
and grassy grade and two white wooden crosses, with a basketball
and a balloon for