Art Rosch Poems

The tree limb
from which the bird has just flown
rocks in the early morning light.
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The beast of the cosmos staggers,
wounded by the weapon of its own life.
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This up still pleasure in center.
Still this up in pleasure center.
Center in pleasure still up this.
Pleasure this up in center still.
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There is always one bird
in the earliest hour of the day
who raises a song,
with heartrending joy.
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Show me the way, Lord.
I am always your student.
I am always in love with you.
I am always willing to change myself
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My heart would be completely full,
but for the tiniest speck of emptiness.
All my sight of myself
rushes into that hole,
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If you have asked yourself the question
“why am I so crazy”?
the answer is simple.
You are crazy with grief.
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Oh lord, oh lord,
what has befallen me?
That which I hoped to make straight
only becomes more twisted.
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Everyone is looking at death
as if it were a new neighbor
that just bought a house
down the street.
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