Tag Archives: Dying

January Afternoon

Come sit with me and tell me some tale in the January after`noon Let it be for us a field of play upon which we wage wits You in your white hat and I in my black Come catch me … Continue reading

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Telling Time

Still the snows in the green fields wait to fly to the Yukon teaching goslings swimming ponds When I glanced last at a calendar I cannot now remember my time measured by rafts of geese And the humpies returning from … Continue reading

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As George Lay Dying

“My God, my God,       why have you forsaken me?    Why are you so far from helping me,       from the words of my groaning?    O my God,       I cry by … Continue reading

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