Edward Wright Haile

Rookie - 20 Points (Virginia)

Edward Wright Haile Poems

41. Zz 074 Jealousy Has Cut Me 1/11/2007
42. Zz 075 Two Trains 1/11/2007
43. Zz 093 My Mentor Does Not Often Visit Earth 1/11/2007
44. The Blue Heron 1/11/2007
45. Bombs Fell 1/11/2007
46. I Saw A Ring Of Whales 1/11/2007
47. Zz 146 You And I 1/11/2007
48. After Long Out Of Touch I Find An Old Friend Insane 1/11/2007
49. Is Anything Too Small For Science? 1/11/2007
50. The Impasse 1/11/2007
51. Tobacco 1/11/2007
52. Going By Car 1/11/2007
53. A Sorrel By The Road (To Seville) 1/11/2007
54. Family Quarrels 1/11/2007
55. Zz 212 What Harm, What Shame, What False? 3/2/2007
56. Zz 095 The Dictum Love Is Pain 5/21/2007
57. Zz 106 One-Night Stand 5/22/2007
58. Zz 083 When Sonnets Tell The Truth 5/25/2007
59. Zz 026 Love Is Like A Ship 5/31/2007
60. Zz 020 No Man Is Richer 6/2/2007
61. Zz 033 She Broke My Heart 6/2/2007
62. Zz 017 I Have Loved Foolishly 9/3/2008
63. Zz 127 Forbidden Passion 11/10/2008
64. Zz 145 The Figure Of An Amazon 12/8/2008
65. Zz 151 Marriage Is A Truce 1/12/2009
66. Zz 152 My Yawl Boat 1/12/2009
67. Zz 153 Friendship 1/12/2009
68. Zz 162 Love For Me Is Sorrow 1/14/2009
69. Zz 166 I Cannot Live Without You 2/21/2009
70. Zz 181 Impossibles 2/22/2009
71. Zz 184 Forgive My Prostitutes 2/23/2009
72. Zz 186 The Marriage Of Love And Beauty 2/24/2009
73. Zz 196 Male And Female 2/28/2009
74. Zz 198 Yes, Men Are So Forgetful 2/28/2009
75. Zz 203 Isn'T Your Wedding The Betrayal? 2/28/2009
76. Zz 204 It Isn'T Love If It Is Even Marriage 2/28/2009
77. Zz 205 Pity, Pity Those Wanderers In Love 2/28/2009
78. Zz 208 Carla 3/1/2009
79. Zz 209 Carla 3/1/2009
80. Zz 222 An Item In The Table Of Abuse 3/4/2009
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A World Without People

… a world of birds and ponds,
this world
of camphor-scented glades, a new one
in morning flames beyond each one
my soul comes and inquires within,

one with showers of light spotting the sea’s nameless floors,
nameless glades, full of chatter,
colored roots, great cats loping in retreat,
big-eyed dogs licking and shameless,

and never the solitaire hand of money-making,
the forcing plow before the money-shire,
the clink of scheming, the cuss of sweat,

but a world that washes, cools, christens with scent,
a world of life farmed with the...

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In Search Of A Theory

How microscropic do my parts have to be
before you couldn’t tell they were alive?
Where does this notion of eternity
at large within a whispered soul derive?

How do parts know that? Do they know aught else?
Who’re the smallest things that know I live?
Or say what rung of magnitude first tells
my parts they live, they die, they have reprieve?

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