Edward Steinhardt Poems

If it weren't enough
That the farms have gone for broke,
The two-child family awakens one morning
To find the farm machinery gone;
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Lord, how can I pray
When my heart is hard as rock?
Lord, how can I pray
When I'm mute and cannot talk?
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We are shadows thrown upon the wall.
We are images, what others see;
How we see ourselves, true-
Or what we think we perceive
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for Ryan

You sat on the edge of my tub
As I ran the clippers
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for Ryan

We are folded into one another
As only lovers can be.
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for Ryan

The Southern Belle Supper Club.
A pianist, an ear-ring
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Thou hast done well, cousin,
To accomplish at last the nuptial vow,
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I came upon a brook the other day,
My step intrepid and sensing still
I stood,
Awash in wonder at its current soul
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Forgive us Lord for the graven image.
We had them before Baal,
Ashtoreth, the golden calf.
Thy agonizing likeness
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At times, it is the childhood scenario:
Losing the parents in the store or mall,
The puzzlement, the quickening panic,
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