John Libertus Poems
- The Song Of The Unicorn I remember feeding you and talking, ...
- You Left The Door Half-Closed ...
- If Bread Is All, Baby If bread is all, baby, the fat man...
- When The Fat Lady Sings no point in waiting, the wind is ...
- Man I saw them on the sidewalk, man and wife and little girl,...
- I'Ve Often Thought Of How My O...
- Shiva I am Sakala Shiva, Father of Wounds, Full-Moon Shiva,...
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The Song Of The Unicorn
I remember feeding you and talking,
in the silence that the stroke
left you for speech, trying to tell you
what I had tried for decades
to put in words:
you're my sweet treasure, you're the Gift
Love gave to me, and in this tiny room,
with nothing to show for hope,
the only faith of Man
expressed in Food Stamps,
as I bathe you, and for you, open the window
to birdsong, and fresh, spring air,
no man's riches compare with mine.
It was so hard on you;
so little you could give,
save what you did:
trying to start all over,
willing to ...