2/10/11

No poems should be read today,

For you no longer hear them sung.

Let artful noise be put away,

And cleverness held on our tongues.

Let speeches cease, leave verse unheard,

Let lyrics languish to their end.

What use are strings of pretty words,

If I can’t speak with you again?

2/9/11

Stop the ticking pendulum,

And hold it from its mighty sweep.

Let this day be never done,

Command this time to hold and keep.

Moments, neither wax nor wane.

The clock’s cold march must acquiesce.

Everything must stay the same,

I have not strength for what comes next.