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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

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The Meeting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Russell Boyle

After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain? The tree of life has been shaken, And but few of us linger now, Like the Prophet’s two … Continue reading →

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Men at Forty by Donald Justice

Posted on December 10, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. At rest on a stair landing, They feel it moving Beneath them now like the deck of a ship, Though the swell … Continue reading →

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On Children by Kahlil Gibran

Posted on September 16, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give … Continue reading →

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Posted on September 16, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – … Continue reading →

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The School Where I Studied by Yehuda Amichai

Posted on July 17, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Translated by Chana Bloch I passed by the school where I studied as a boy and said in my heart: here I learned certain things and didn’t learn others. All my life I have loved in vain the things I … Continue reading →

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Robinson by Weldon Kees

Posted on June 27, 2017 by Russell Boyle

The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a grey world, Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano, The nightmare chase well under way. The mirror from Mexico, stuck to … Continue reading →

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

Posted on June 24, 2017 by Russell Boyle

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating … Continue reading →

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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes by Thomas Gray

Posted on June 4, 2017 by Russell Boyle

’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round … Continue reading →

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I Am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied by Henry David Thoreau

Posted on June 3, 2017 by Russell Boyle

I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links Were made so loose and wide, Methinks, For milder weather. A bunch of violets without their roots, And sorrel intermixed, … Continue reading →

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