albert b. casuga
albert b. casuga Poems
- Song Dawn is red on this ruddy face Sun dogging his craggy ...
- Wu Wei A circle’s cipher shapes the sound of dreams; it is ...
- The Root Waking up is excuse for one's return. It is for ...
- Bivouac Where blends the cane leaves with mist and ...
- Studies For Poetry A poem must be magical as a seagull. ...
- A Theory Of Echoes 1. Axiom Echoes shape corridors ...
- Zero Point: Am Here Am here where nothing is everything, ...
A Philippine-born Canadian academic and writer, Albert B. Casuga has worked as a journalist, teacher, and college/university professor, and civil servant. He has recently retired after serving his region's school board in Ontario, Canada for nine years. His works are mostly in poetry, and has won poetry and fiction awards in the Philippines, Canada, and the United States. His books include ... more »
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Dawn is red on this ruddy face
Sun dogging his craggy trail,
The song deep in his throat:
“The last best fight, my brother;
Our blood on the tip of steel! ”
Brother to the pulsing spring,
To the bushes and rocks, the wrath
Of days, of quietness descending.
“The last good fight, my brother;
Our blood on the open trail.”
A song arrested in his throat,
The steel tensile in grace,
His still point is a point of steel.