Mark Sauer

Rookie - 94 Points (1958 / Texas, U.S.A.)

Mark Sauer Poems

1. Focus 4/21/2012
2. To Love Foremost 4/21/2012
3. The View From Mount Nebo 4/21/2012
4. Caesar's Last Breath 4/21/2012
5. Love Overflows 4/21/2012
6. Agape 4/21/2012
7. The Tomb Of The Unknown Civilians 4/21/2012
8. The Nephilim 4/21/2012
9. Second Billing 4/21/2012
10. Sight 4/21/2012
11. Romance 4/21/2012
12. The Unburning Bush 4/21/2012
13. Echo 4/21/2012
14. Dog 4/21/2012
15. The Hollow Oak 4/21/2012
16. The Diadochi 4/21/2012
17. Sybil 4/21/2012
18. The Passerby 4/21/2012
19. The Threshing Floor 4/21/2012
20. Sostratos Of Cnidos 4/21/2012
21. Have You Seen My Soul? 4/21/2012
22. Faith 4/21/2012
23. Charism Glossa 4/21/2012
24. Sculpting A Soul 4/21/2012
25. Covenant 4/21/2012
26. Metamorphosis 4/21/2012
27. In His Image 4/21/2012
28. The Bread Is Stale 4/21/2012
29. Clio's Sieve 4/21/2012
30. The Veil 4/21/2012
31. Memnon Mute 4/21/2012
32. Thou Shalt Not 4/21/2012
33. Blink 4/21/2012
34. Now 4/21/2012
35. Damnatio Memoriae 4/21/2012
36. Joseph 4/21/2012
37. Sodom, Occupation Layer Ii 5/26/2012
38. Photon, Interrupted 9/28/2012
39. The Inheritors 9/28/2012
40. The Great Silence 4/21/2012

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Best Poem of Mark Sauer

The Library At The End Of The World

The library at the end of the world -
Where once more poetry of dead tongues sings,
Risen from silence; where forgotten curled
Scrolls are cherished (for alone of all things
Beauty is conserved from entropy):
There Alexandria's wafted soot
Is condensed reborn to fresh papyri,
There lost histories and epics are put
Rebound upon the waiting shelves, perused
By reverent souls; there every vanished book
Is found, and all that sages ever mused
Is ripe and free. Wandering those aisles, look
For me in paradise, and together
Let us read, and learn, and grow,...

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Xerxes' Tears

He paused the westward march of all the East
Near Sardis, to wonder at the beauty
Of a plane tree. As if a simple priest,
He hung with gold the emerald canopy
And sang a reverent hymn; then drove the host
Of Asia on, with whips, to Asia's brink.
The panoply of millions on the coast
O'erwhelmed the King of Kings, who wept to think
A century hence would turn to dust each one.

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