Elia Michael Poems

I never met my other grandfather,
My father's father is the one I mean,
I have his name but I would much rather
I'd also had his literary gene
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September is a lovely time of year
With temperate and sunny sort of days
The morning mists are quick to clear
Dispersed by penetrating sunny rays
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I must admit to liking plainer speech,
In writing too I like simplicity.
It has a kind of beauty which can reach
The heart directly, clearly, touchingly.
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They threw their children down, they threw them down
From steep and lofty mountainous terrain
They hurled them down where they smashed on the ground
What anguish played out in their minds, what pain
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What joy it is to wake and see the sun,
To welcome pleasant warmth into my chamber;
These golden shafts ensure my heart is won.
Let thanks and praises glorify this member
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We had a beautiful day of sunshine
Today, the sky was a deep shade of blue.
A golden lamp was shining from its shrine,
A ball of fire which lit all in its view.
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Some years ago we went to Italy,
Amalfi was the name of this fine coast.
How do I describe the most prettily
Created views that this planet can boast?
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The young have come and stepped into our world
Replacing us with zealous liveliness
As tender flower buds are quickly unfurled
Replacing faded flowers with loveliness
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O look what they have done to you!
You have lost your old-fashioned charm
And your beautiful unspoilt view.
My friend, they have done you much harm.
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I know I did not treat you well
And from a distance of years
I now have the time to dwell
On it and I blink back my tears
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