Mary Spain


Mary Spain Poems

1. A Deaf Musician 8/5/2006
2. An Early Night 7/31/2006
3. Growing Up 8/15/2006
4. I'm sitting here... 8/5/2006
5. Poppy Field 8/9/2006
6. Below Stairs 8/4/2006
7. How Thomas Felt 8/1/2006
8. For Sale 8/10/2006
9. The Phoenix Needs the Ashes 8/7/2006
10. Sunken Garden 8/14/2006
11. Homes or Gardens? 8/4/2006
12. Conscripted Angels 8/16/2006
13. The Prisoner's Wife 8/2/2006
14. Between The Lines 7/30/2006
15. The Simple Art 8/7/2006
16. The Other End of Heaven 8/6/2006
17. Pavement Artist 8/11/2006
18. No Badges 8/14/2006
19. No Overture 8/9/2006
20. The Right Approach 8/6/2006

How Thomas Felt

I know how Thomas felt; although he saw
Their shining faces telling him what they
Had seen, for him it could be nothing more
Than second-hand experience: the way
Of learning, not the way of truth. I know
What Thomas craved: not proof that satisfies
Vague doubts - for who can doubt the inner glow
Of witnesses - he longed to feast his eyes,
To hear with his own ears what they had heard,

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