Steve Taunton Poems
|1.||Triptych Of Passion||4/13/2009|
|3.||A Journal Of Blue Lines: Utrecht||4/13/2009|
|4.||An Evening In Aigle When Snow Gathered In My Hair||4/13/2009|
|6.||The Garden Of Nicodemus||4/13/2009|
|8.||Beachy Head—a Spring Evening||4/13/2009|
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The cool mornings have been good to us,
Though the sun seems no less blinding.
Our baskets were heavy last year
Laden from the hillside terraces,
Bearing the earth-life of summer,
Borne up through the vine:
The clustered fruit, sunlit swollen,
Were full of promise…
Our eyes are turned toward Jerusalem;
We’ve talked of him as he approaches the city.
Anxious to capture and fix our memories—
How much of Him can we claim to know?
We talk of Him, we talk of little else:
Some of us confirming, some denying,
Some comparing; even so many of us ...