Walt,
I think you knew
something sacred
and arcane.
You knew the
dark mystery
of love, its
gentle, murderous,
illusory truth.
I think
you understood the
tempestuous
temporal
nature of passion,
the value of
each
fleeting
act of tenderness.
And you,
reader,
who are not so far
from me,
lend me the
kindness of your eyes
so that I may
take a leap
without feet
and fly
with no wings.
Beautiful tribute Ann. I look forward to reading more from you. Hugs Anna xxx
Very well said I always like it when some one write about some one else is work. Good Job Ann hope to see more from you Good luck and best wishes Marilyn
Ann, This is beautiful. Simple. True. It makes me want to write poetry. am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done. I too have often enjoyed a dedication poem, especially to Father Walt. He really did have a passion about him, that few other poets have been able to capture. Perhaps Brautigan, Cummings, Patchen, Lorca, and a few others come close. Thank you...I really enjoyed this piece.