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Reunion by Russell Boyle

Posted on July 1, 2018 by Russell Boyle

It was decades agoWe said our goodbyes.Keen to pursueSuch different lives. Losing touch, then,Seemed unimportant.Careers, familyAnd enjoyment. But life slows down,Time dissipates.While memories ofAdolescence awaits. Copyright © Russell Boylehttp://russellboyle.com/volume2.html Advertisements

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Aware by D. H. Lawrence

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Russell Boyle

Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze, Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know I loved, … Continue reading →

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Triad by Adelaide Crapsey

Posted on November 26, 2017 by Russell Boyle

These be Three silent things: The falling snow…the hour Before the dawn…the mouth of one Just dead. Adelaide Crapsey 1878-1914

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Colored Blues Singer by Countee Cullen

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Some weep to find the Golden Pear Feeds maggots at the core, And some grow cold as ice, and bear Them prouder than before. But you go singing like the sea Whose lover turns to land; You make your grief … Continue reading →

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Fable by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Posted on November 20, 2017 by Russell Boyle

The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter “Little Prig.” Bun replied, “You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year … Continue reading →

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An Era by Les Murray

Posted on September 2, 2017 by Russell Boyle

The poor were fat and the rich were lean. Nearly all could preach, very few could sing. The fashionable were all one age, and to them a church picnic was the very worst thing. Les Murray

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Elegy by Chidiock Tichborne

Posted on September 2, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Written on the eve of the poet’s execution My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all … Continue reading →

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