Bruce Beaver Poems
|2.||Death's Directives (I)||4/30/2012|
|3.||Death's Directives (Ii)||4/30/2012|
|4.||East Of Atlan||4/30/2012|
|5.||Lauds And Plants (Xiv)||4/30/2012|
|6.||Letters To Live Poets (Vi)||4/30/2012|
|7.||Letters To Live Poets (Xii)||4/30/2012|
|11.||Poem For Adrienne Rich (I)||4/30/2012|
|12.||Poem For Adrienne Rich (Ii)||4/30/2012|
|13.||Poems For Adrienne Rich (Iv)||4/30/2012|
|18.||Poems For Adrienne Rich (Iii)||4/30/2012|
|19.||Letters To Live Poets (I)||4/30/2012|
At the foot of a northern pylon of the Harbour Bridge
I have kept my vigil since the mighty span was built.
I come early in the day from worn-out corners of the area
and sit when the sun is out until the waning afternoon,
thence to another role, another manifestation of duty.
On my way I pass a cavern echoing with traffic noise.
When the sun is setting it blazes up like a testing tunnel
of the cosmic fire at the beginning and ending of universes.
It reminds me we are not that far in time from a kalpa’s ending.
More than four thousand million years in the ...
Lauds And Plants (Xiv)
<i>Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Simon & Garfunkel</i>
what does the world know of you and me
together what does it know of us together
why should it care
if separated we should depend on substanceless
memories and make much of moments
gone into the timeless