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Bathed, oiled, perfumed, King David is By lovely maidens attended and caressed, To see him cushioned on his royal couch, Who would kno..

Certain loves are like the Bible Half in Greek and half in Hebrew Different bases, different tongues But still the one continuum. ..

Heave a leg over Sleeping Jellyroll, Rising balletic On a knee, Balancing awkward in the dark, Not to wake the easy dreamer. ..

Like a bee buzzing In my silver teapot, Or housefly struggling against A windowpane, My aunt Clara had a stroke Last year, And ..

Jessie died last night at 102, Lying peacefully in her new reclining chair, I wish she had lived longer to enjoy it there, Long gray ..

Her rosebud mouth inviolate remains Where nothing tastes but pure or says but kind And naught’s allowed to sully its fair from So..

Somewhere at thirty thousand feet My husband sits secure In his reclining chair And in my love. I think how little holds him there..

She telephones Asking if he knows How frightening it is To be alone. Like a building Scheduled for demolition Which at ..

What I miss most are the sausage and eggs We used to fry up after. The toast with Orange marmalade. The pitch black coffee. The steady c..

The ties of fourteen years’ Association bind me Tighter than a knot. I can’t deny that what Intrigues me most is how Y..