OWEN I.A. ROCHE
OWEN I.A. ROCHE Poems
You and all are wanderers
in the night where dragons prowl
and the unbelievable beasts
of undermind rage and growl
...
You are gone, long gone;
and you have forgotten.
I am alone remembering,
...
Go now greenly into brown
and shed the dead outerness
serenely, as maid gown,
as life body, as cicada skin.
...
This death
some will lament
remembering brief flames,
but to you,
...
Because you are
tender to the world,
you feel too deeply.
The youngest scar
...
when i was five
i killed alot of japanese beetles
to save our roses
and the winter cherries nodding
...
My grandfather the tailor was a stocky Ukrainian.
By day he worked in the sweat shops,
By evening cold chicken and tea.
A lump of sugar for him and one for me.
...
I shall write you a song, little
you have thorns but you're my kind of flower
we'll go live in an ivory tower
and I'll make up a whole song for you
...
Other than body of woman,
the grace of wine
and words that leap between minds,
...
OWEN I.A. ROCHE Biography
UNIVERSITY OF COLORADO AT BOULDER GRADUATED 1933 B.A. JOURALISM, EDITOR OF 'DODO', WON POETRY PRIZE, AND BOXED. RAN GUNS DURING SPANISH CIVIL WAR OWEN ROCHE HAD ONE DAUGHTER IN 1936. HER NAME WAS SHEILA CLARE ROCHE-HARMON. SHE TOO WAS A FINE POET. HAS A PIECE PUBLISED IN BERKELEY POETS COOPERATIVE #10 SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF 8 CHILDREN.(THREE SETS OF TWINS!) OWEN I.A. ROCHE ALSO WORKED FOR BRITISH MINISTRY OF INFORMATION COUNTER ESPIONAGE DURING WWII IN SOUTH AMERICA AND MEXICO UNDER FRANK JELLINEK. HE WAS A REPORTER FOR VARIOUS NEWS ORGANIZATIONS INCLUDING: HEARST NEWS, PAN AMERICAN NEWS, NOVEDADES IN MEXICO AND UNITED NATIONS WORLD IN BRASIL FOUNDED DRYSDALE, ROCHE, GIBSON, ASSOCIATES, INC. IN 1952 KNOWN AS 'DRGA' ONE OF THE TOP INTERNATIONAL PUBLIC RELATION FIRMS OF ITS TIME. WORKED FOR BRAZILLIAN TRADE BUREAU WROTE SPEECHES FOR POLITICIANS AND BUSINESSMEN TRANSLATOR LINGUIST-SPOKE SPANISH, PORTUGUESE, GERMAN, FRENCH FLUENTLY POET)
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You and all are wanderers
in the night where dragons prowl
and the unbelievable beasts
of undermind rage and growl
and hearts lurch in their beats
in fear of nothingness.
you have come out of emptiness,
you have come from yet-to-be
and the unimaginable naught;
finite in infinity,
you grope blindly for light
within a vaccum,
knowing not, in innocence,
unaware of cause or term
or the indeterminate end
of the indifferent or firm
who leap wildly to sieze
the hand that is not there.
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