Bill Grace Poems

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51.
Gandhi

This man unknown to my hand,
'seditious... fakir' to Churchill, haunts me.
Owning nothing he seems to own my soul,
Not even from the solemnity of grave but a flowing river
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52.
Hubris Iii

I try to give the world a little something
every day that I am here.
How sad it is I fail to speak
great or even small truths.
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53.
The Color Of Grief Is Moist

Fatigue, deep pain in her voice
Negotiation of the details
The death, cost of services,
acknowledgement of griefs
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54.
John Ciardi's Ghost

There sleeps beneath our plastic roof
A frail piece of Russian soil
Enough of who I am for me to know no other.
She sleeps and I turn from diversion
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55.
Competition

It seems fair to me
letting the Poemhunter.com numbers float
Robert Frost is not always #1
nor Kipling or Maya Angelou or even beloved Emily
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56.
Competitionii

It seems fair to me
letting the Poemhunter.com numbers float
Robert Frost is not always #1
nor Kipling or Maya Angelou or even beloved Emily
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57.
Desecration Of History At The National Cathedral

In the case of Jackson
I know little
the seminary professor
transformed by the alchemy of war
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58.
Office Hours

The great professor from Harvard
retired to being on Berkeley's faculty.
I sat in his lecture hall
and he held undergraduate office hours,
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59.
Caution To Morning's Fast Risers

A word with you jack rabbitt riser
There have been some studies on extended longevity
It seems there is a pattern to those who break 100
They do not erupt from tender sleep's deep grasp
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60.
The Tiger's Grief

We who grieve understand you better Tiger Woods
The loss of your father
Death that cuts in two while leaving whole.
I admire the peace the press tells you have
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