Ray Freed Poems
- Dust We'll meet again when this world's tumbling is stilled...
- What You Have To Do you don't have to work all day every ...
- Saturday Morning He spotted me getting out of the car at ...
- Mariner Bloated cold and blue the body you sailed for ...
- These Hours These hours on earth are finite son that seem ...
- Etiquette I want to walk up to you and say the night has ...
Ray Freed's poems have appeared in journals and periodicals in the US, Canada, and Britain. Books and chapbooks include Sea Animal On Land,1970;
Necessary Lies,1975; Shinnecock Bay,1977; Much Cry Little Wool,1990; Hualalai,1995; The Juggler's Ball,1996; and All Horses Are Flowers,1998. He has given numerous public and private readings of his work, and in Spring 1990 served as ... more »
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We'll meet again when this world's tumbling
is stilled and your bright curves that tremble
me now are mixed with the dust of all things
that since time's start have fallen into darkness.
We'll meet as motes incorporeal and unconscious,
a dull dance it will be, without eyes to see
your curled hair tossed against the melting moon,
without ears to hear your sweet voice chime,
without fingers to travel your smooth envelope.
I am here perfect in my imperfection,
you are here with me. Only fools hesitate
to mingle dust before dark comes.