In memoriam, professor Earl Henry
Through shuttered eyes, I see you still -
dressed out in earthen tones
and hear echoes of your steady voice -
lightly tinged with music of the west.
Like redbud harbingers
of Spring’s regeneration,
emerging flowers of friendship
had just begun to touch the light.
Ascending the triple flight
in Webster’s old tudor music house,
I’d stop to visit for a spell
drawn to the peaceful aerie
deftly masquerading as your office.
We’d speak of hope for students shared
or ponder an obscurity of theory
or stand before a video screen -
savoring Abbado's alchemy
bonded to Mahler’s Resurrection.
I will miss you, new friend.
rest well - knowing
the gardens you have planted
remain to catch the morning sun.
Very lovely. Thank you! :)
After a long spell I am reading your poems again. It is like a new discovery. You include so many shades of meanings in your well-chosen words and images. Your feelings and thoughts are expertly expressed.
Your use of metaphors, picture-adjectives, nouns, and action verbs brings life to this poem. Your inclusions of musical terms is definitely a plus and sets an appropriate setting. There is a certain nostalgic ambience of many good memories recalled and your ending is thoughtful, rewarding and complementary. I like the rhythm of the reading. Well done.
This memoriam touches the soul. You paint a vivid portrait of your friendship. Perhaps no friendship ever fades, in the long scheme of things, but your account of loss is poignant indeed. - Will
Beautiful is the word here without a doubt. An eloquent tribute to a friend who will always live in the landscapes of your mind. Your graciousness becomes you. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
Aufersteh'n, ja aufersteh'n. And so you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A reminiscence very well expressed! I often think of those devoted teachers of my strict Methodist Missionary School of Calcutta and also pray for them! -Raj Nandy