Steven Federle Poems

Pure line
slopes skyward

massive, dry,
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</>When brief day fades
and darkness fills your life,
don't let go.
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In the glow of the autumn fire
your eyes warm me.
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blue haze
fast fading day
cut-paper ridges,
saw-tooth hills
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blaring train
declaring right-
of-way,
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In morning's hush
heat builds,
leaves glitter.
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Fill your life with bright morning,
breathe deeply the wave-kissed breeze
and run until you no longer touch the earth.
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“I hear the whisperings of many: “Terror on every side! Denounce! let us denounce him! ”
Jeremiah 20: 10
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"There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there you do not enter except without a story. To enter there is to become unnameable." Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours


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the tree must come down.

no matter that its limbs and leaves
hold the universe in sway,

and green life rages through bending wood.
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