Hal Caufield Poems

Irony is a literary or rhetorical device.
The essayist Henry Watson Fowler wrote:
“any definition of irony
—though hundreds might be given,
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My mother cried again last night.
I looked down trying to avoid her eyes,
Knowing that I was the cause of the pain.
She wrestled with my stare
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I want to paint you.
Not to achieve immortality
For you or me
By the exquisiteness of your portrait.
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It’s not your golden curls
Or sky blue eyes
That I love most.
Although they delight
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Believe thee not shame upon our love.
Believe thee not disgrace upon our kiss.
There is honor in our hearts endowed above.
There is nobility in our lips’ blessed bliss.
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Yesterday I finally understood
“Beauty like a tightened bow”
And as read “No Second Troy”
Things, though already clear,
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I will always stand for you.
I will always stare,
In slack jawed awe,
When you walk into a room.
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I drank all the Allegrini wine
Trying to shake the pain
And chase the cold
That of late has overcome my heart.
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I have come to the conclusion of late,
That even if I were to become
The master of all I survey,
I would have nothing,
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You are the morning sun,
Its luminance never extinguished
By overcast skies.
The morning sun’s splendor
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