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Julian Mann Poems
Her Words Made Silence
Her words made silence All the more sweet; When uttered they would lilt, The morning air to meet.
River feeling is As simple as Closing your eyes For a moment.
No start no end No I've come to defend
Your Plane, Whoever You Are
Your plane, whoever you are, Passed under a telegraph wire; Window seat window Glinting.
I Have Known A Freedom
I have known a freedom, free From money power and greed. It dwells in the woods, fields and the trees. I have known a freedom free.
O Come Sit By Me Awhile
O take me from this busy place, The lights are blinding me. I long to see your fresh face In the shade of a willow tree.
I heard a song about love it seemed to be just as much
All the way from the front line of daisies There emerged the thoughts of a farmer's son
Seek out the mulled wine At the ends of a distant frost That crystallises in joy Under the brave crunch of your boots,
I Thought How Eager Is The Stream
I thought how eager is the stream To pass amid evening plains serene, Weaving through groves to be unseen By the sun that ever makes a scene
Window open The heavens in My soul; It was born of thunder
Rose blood, warm pub, Prickly make your way Back. Now you feel like
Where (by your side) When (the moon excites) What (your side, tender pale) How (all the way down)
Comments about Julian Mann
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Her Words Made Silence
Her words made silence
All the more sweet;
When uttered they would lilt,
The morning air to meet.
All through the day I kept
A dew drop's wish with me
To hear her whispers trickle,
Her rosy cheeks to see.
I stumbled back at night
The way I came through dawn,
Looking for the trail
To where my joy was born:
A lonely flower was all
I saw in that dark vale,
As shafts of moonlight cast
On leaves her face so pale.
And blushing just as she
Did when I held her hand,
I fell with my broken heart
At her memory's command.