‘Observation’: A Poem by Margaret Brinton
. Observation ____Comes morning, __And fog fills the forest Where bluebirds are wet on the wings. ____The toadstools __Are soaking...
. Observation ____Comes morning, __And fog fills the forest Where bluebirds are wet on the wings. ____The toadstools __Are soaking...
. It’s Only a Thought It’s only a thought to help pass the night, But what if our love should...
. Across a Strong Bridge upon the marriage of two friends In a weary world that's grown quite old, Where...
. The Loons of Colby Lake a true story As thawing white gave way to budding green, two loons upon...
. What Is Grief? When we are plagued by grief, We only think of sorrow— The loss of a dear...
. “I Worship My Mistress, for I Have Seen Her Beauty” ---Egyptian Coffin Texts, spell 484---a poem for Linda It...
. Were She to Ask, and I Affirm Were she to ask, and I affirm That I'd still love her...
. Just Like That No special words, no passionate embrace; No gazing, full of meanings, soul to soul. Just casual...
. The Ghost Girl One sunny May, I ran to play, __When I was twelve years old, Upon the hill. ...
. A Precious Wife Is Like Fine Wine A precious wife is like fine wine, made mellow with the years,...
. The Song of Everlasting Sorrow Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi (772-846) wrote this poem about Tang Emperor ("Son of...
. Under the Umbrella inspired by “Le Parapluie” (“The Umbrella”) by Georges Brassens (1921-1981) Rain fell in waves throughout the...
. Unopened Letters Unopened letters strewn across the floor Addressed to me with your name on the back. Left where...
. If I Have Gone To Sleep If I depart in early sleep__And cease to be with you,My thoughts I'd...
. Another Coffee Shop, Another Crush Another coffee shop, another crush, a moment frozen just before my turn, a chance...
. The Meat Purveyor’s Son Aesthetically impaired, she was the heir to daddy’s fortune. She was plumpish, short and much...
. Ovid in Tomis Relegated, scorned, I languish here in this drab town. Unwitting, I caught sight of what must...
. For Paavo Nurmi who trained against his stop-watch and in medias rez we begin as the runners approach the...
. Stop All The Clocks after W.H. Auden Stop all the clocks, stop all humdrum, Silence the warblers, their constant...
. Insomnia, My Sometime Muse She comes to me while I’m asleep,Not with strange imaginings of dreamsBut with fragmented thoughts....
. The Nymph by Luis de Góngora y Argote (1561-1627) translated by Alan Steinle As morning sunlight first began to...
. A Walk At Night She's clothed in light when she appears; Freckles speck her argent skin. Her dazzling smile...
. Poems by Torquato Tasso (1544-1595) translated by Daniel Howard . O Darling Turtledove __Oh darling turtledove, __You for your...
. Outside Chance I hold my heart out in my handpalm up, the same way one might offerseeds to birds....
. The Name We Leave When we first breathe and start to peer, What we will be is still unclear....
. Poem 101 by Catullus (circa 84-54 BC) translated by Bruce Phenix Conveyed through many countries, over many seas, to...
. Crosses and Losses I tried to write a poem to acclaim The passion flashing like a lightning strike Between...
. Contagious Joy a villanelle You always find a way to make me smile. Like sunlight tracing rainbows in the...
. Vintage Love Love is as a grape when it begins, Unblemished by the bruises and the sins That will...
. When? I’ll love you when the bee has lost its buzz, When wolf and bear have quit their howl...
. . February 14, 2024 A heart of burning love, an ashen cross Converge today: the marriage of two kinds...
. Ash Wednesday Valentines by Charles d’Orléans (1394-1465), translated by Margaret Coats . I. Who’s there? Who comes so early,...
. Love Sonnet The glint of summer’s evening leaves a glow upon her cheek, so soft and plain and fair—...
. My Beatrice III Affording still these glimpses like the first, those moments you were yet without a name; between...
. The Fall of Time A Haiku Sonnet . Thinning coat of frost Whitening the ground with grief— Love forever...
. Had I held you in the fields of Hay beside The Wye and on an afternoon that cleared To...
. On Cats and Love My cat does not explain himself. He knows his reasons. Why must I? He needs...
. Failing at History She always argued when I used to say We were like the great lovers of the...
. New Year's Eve So swiftly tick the minutes to the close Of these twelve months, this day, and life...
. Christmas 2010 "Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you." ---Loretta Young I hadn't given up...
Thank you Margaret, for this fascinating set of comments, especially regarding the academic speakers. As for the Symposium, it was…
Russel, you choose an excellent topic in conversation and discernment of all that goes on in-and-around it. From my point…
"Positions taken in the past are difficult to shake." Now, Mark, I know persons who cringe at discussing past attitudes,…
Thank you Zumwalt, for your kind and encouraging words.
Thank you Bhikkhu — that’s quite kind. Mr. Anderson also makes a good point in his comment above.
© 2025 SCP. WebDesign by CODEC Prime.