Cale Young Rice Poems

There is a quest that calls me,
   In nights when I am lone,
The need to ride where the ways divide
   The Known from the Unknown.
...

I have heard the wild geese,
I have seen the leaves fall,
There was frost last night
On the garden wall.
...

When the wind is low, and the sea is soft,
   And the far heat-lightning plays
On the rim of the west where dark clouds nest
   On a darker bank of haze;
...

I

O white Priest of Eternity, around
Whose lofty summit veiling clouds arise
...

Thirteenth Century

The bells of Oseney
(Hautclere, Doucement, Austyn)
...

Is there no voice in the world to come crying,
   "New dreams for old!
   New for old!"?
Many have long in my heart been lying,
...

(At the Grand Canyon)

My brother, man, shapes him a plan
   And builds him a house in a day,
...

Who looks too long from his window
At the gray, wide, cold sea,
Where breakers scour the beaches
With fingers of sharp foam;
...

A gleaming glassy ocean
Under a sky of grey;
A tide that dreams of motion,
Or moves, as the dead may;
...

(_At Hong-kong_)


I was weary and slept on the Peak;
The air clung close like a shroud,
And ever the blue-fly's buzz in my ear
...