Peter S. Quinn Poems

Our days are like water
Hollowing the stone
Ways of difference splatter
In these times alone
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I'll always hold summer close
With everything there goes
Its sweetest sprung and colored rose
On to memories forever glows
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Each love is like the shading summer rose
With eyes and intonation to be shown
Of dreams that come from in and are not known
But breathe with time to feelings very close
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Hér hjarta mitt grær
í garði dagdraums nætur
- vetur er kominn
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Einn dagur í einu
hverfur á ný
í mósku myrkursins djúpa
er líðandi stund syngur
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Walk around the park
Until you find its end
The hours of day and dark
Where some there spend
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What I see is real
For weigh and weightless thought
Each point of a fixed feel
Of what it was it taught
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Moon of dreams
In my heart tonight
Flowing ion the river stream
In the dimity light
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Dagur og nótt
í eilífðar eldi
áfram líður
uns vor er að kveldi
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Áin hefur sönginn
sem tíman leiðir
eitt stef í einu
til dagsins angurværa
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