D A Phinney
D A Phinney Poems
|82.||Note From Above||3/8/2006|
|83.||News And Weather At Six||3/17/2006|
|88.||L&O Svu: 'The Bouquet'||6/14/2010|
|91.||The Cost Of Every Tear You Shed||1/31/2006|
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I gave up writing, laid the pen aside;
I put away philosophy and doubt;
Scorned religion, passion's fire gone proud;
Bagged all logic up and threw it out.
I crossed the street when reason came in guise,
Avoided every sort of cogent thought;
Tore habits good and bad from off my back;
To winds cast virtues all, so dearly bought.
I shed my judgment of both right and wrong;
I swept away my fears, my pleasures, too;
I stripped myself of everything-to give
My only, single, secret self to you.
It's not that I yearned for one to yearn for me,
I was not ...
There was a heart
That shook the invisible eye
But what is only addition
Cannot be multiply
We must stitch up what is beaten
Mourning no unhappened hour
Nor cloud that was not sky