Michael Burch Poems
- Auschwitz Rose There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, ...
- Memory A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her ...
- Ali's Song (For Muhammad Ali) They say that gold don't ...
- The Pain Of Love for T. M. The pain of love is this: ...
- Passionate One Love of my life, light of my morning, ...
- Shadows Alone again as evening falls, I join gaunt shadows ...
- Enheduanna Translations -new- Enheduanna is the first writer we ...
Michael R. Burch has been published more than 1,500 times in major newspapers, magazines and literary journals which include TIME, Writer's Digest, USA Today, The Washington Post, The Lyric, Light Quarterly and many others. He also edits www.thehypertexts.com (a literary website that currently gets around 1.5 million page views per year) . more »
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''a tweet@mikerburch (Michael R. Burch)
by any other name
would be as fleet!''
''To write an epigram, cram.Michael R. Burch
If you lack wit, scram!''
''Love is either wholly folly, or fully holy.''Michael R. Burch
''Poetry moves the heart as well as the reason.''Michael R. Burch
''We cannot change the past, but we can learn from it.''Michael R. Burch
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred fire
to keep her memory exalted flame
high above the thistles and the nettles.
On Auschwitz now the reddening sunset settles;
they sleep alike—diminutive and tall,
the innocent, the "surgeons." Sleeping, all.
Red oxides of her blood, bright crimson petals,
if accidents of coloration, gall
my heart no less. Amid thick weeds and muck
there lies a rose man's crackling lightning...