Warren Falcon Poems

the broken bell
has no tongue

the recluse spider
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He rests awhile in the wide
orchard where bright plum flowers rain.

He unrolls his pallet to sleep
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for Gerald & Shirah Kober Zeller

'Lord, lord...why are our finest always dead'
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for Jose - 'now he is with the Lamb'


'The fact is that until I fall asleep,
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for grandmother


Slips into focus a memory
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for Barnett Newman, Abstract Expressionist Painter,
Cy Twombly, Sculptor/Painter, & Frank O'Hara, American
Poet, Art Curator & Art Critic
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for Beti Ramos, curandera, maestra, hermana

1 (Carolina prelude - near death - midsummer)
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“Now we come to discover that the moments of agony...are likewise permanent with such permanence as time has...Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination - -We had the experience but missed the meaning.” - from “The Dry Salvages” by T.S. Eliot

3
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for four poets, among many others, who have
profoundly influenced my worldview, selfview, and voice:

Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, Robin Blaser, and Grandfather Walt Whitman
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As with love
also the bellows

Strophe 1
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