Tan Pratonix Poems
- In Praise Of God's Good Earth Hoosh, whoosh, The wind is ...
- Trigonometry Trigonometry began When Sine and Cos and ...
- Bird-Magic Where no birds breathe, bird-magic ...
- Melanie May Every day Melanie May Walks down the shore, ...
- Thoughts Of Fishes In A Glass ... Bound by four hard glass ...
- Hands Hands, expressive hands; The gold bands around your ...
- Fieldglasses Suppose I was living on the bank of a ...
Almost all the 90 poems or so were written in my youth, when I was 17-19 years old. Thereafter the Muse died - or rather, let's say, I killed the Muse. I kept the old diary in which these poems were written and thought that these offerings from the early '70s would be enjoyed by friends in Poemhunter. I am happy that they have delighted quite a few. more »
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In Praise Of God's Good Earth
The wind is up,
The birds go whizzing by,
And all around
Upon the ground
The dandelions fly.
I cannot see a speck of grey
I cannot see the sun,
But only one vast stretch of blue
Where foamy horses run.
I cannot see for ecstasy
In one huge throbbing thrill
Has burst into a wave of wings
And dances in the hills.