Will Barber Poems

Come praise the stars, the wind, the rain
That course the earth; come praise the pain
And pleasure that the years bring forth:
Praise every particle of the Universe.
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A nameless one, who toiled alone,
And waited for the telephone
To ring, grew restless on a day
When winds blew all his dreams away
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There is a hill ahead,
And Death is behind the hill;
I urge the horses onward, onward....
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The raindrops pound upon the nerves
The winds howl stringently, and sing
A song to fill a winter night, a surge
Of rage against a bitter fate, a king
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So soon, the green wing faltered so soon
As the shadows grew short on the lawn -
It was more than the phase of the Moon,
More than the flight of the dawn -
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Come praise unnecessary wars, although
Videos and narratives must disprove
Theses of conspiracy theorists, who
Govern us from their pretended love
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You: you are like a ghost
Fluttering, pensive, in my memory,
Skirting the well-lighted rooms in which I read.
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I am old enough to remember
So many things, so many things:

The blackbirds singing in the morning,
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Tolerance is tyranny, postponed:
Indifference to one man, alone.

Tolerance is conditioned love,
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Ghosts roam the night, to seek the sleepers out
And feast upon their dreams. Ghosts search the night
For old memories, the sound and sight
Of passions they have lost in silent ground.
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