Warren Falcon Poems
- Autumn Haiku
- Ars Poetica Redux Dying trees easily fall.. Poems, too, as ...
- Brittle Goes The Bone for Ocean The animal we ...
- Upon Reading Naseer Ahmed Nas...
- The Case For Love As Storm for Crimson Love This can ...
- That Salt Adheres for Karthik that salt adheres to the ...
- For All The Words Dished Up - ...
From The Dusk Of My Ghost-House, A Sampler Of Poems As An Inner Autobiography
Mark the first page of the book with a red marker.
For, in the beginning, the wound is invisible. - Edmund Jabes
There is another world, but it is inside this one. - Paul Éluard
This is withholding art,
evading disclosure, declining
to give itself away. - Tiffany Bell
I think poetry must
I think it must
stay open all night
In beautiful cellars - Thomas Merton
Do not move
let the wind speak
that is paradise - Ezra Pound, from his last Canto 120
I don't believe in the other world
...But I don't ... more »
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And what shall I cry out?from 'Exiled In Mountains A Young Man Dreams Into Beast, Chimney Rock, NC 1980'
My impotency? My useless rage?
Then why be forgiven when Heaven's Will stays?
Undaunted, there are no cracks in Its ceiling,
The animal we are reserves just rights to complain -from 'Brittle Goes The Bone'
encroached territories, empty bellies, crotch urgencies, skin withers, fur falls -
brittle goes the bone, so small...
No word can bring back the Immortals but for wino joys.from 'Of Li Po Waking The Morning After'
There is a blight upon our time. I have been faithful to it
tipping my cup. The present is sufficient but I admit
I am r...
'''Why strive when nature is bounteousfrom 'Making Things Right In Exile - After The Chinese Poet, Po Chui 772 - 846 CE'
and all ills can be made right with wet sweetness? '''
''and O this,from 'Sleep Walk'
this midnight stagger,
nothing hurt but trembling
hand shaking to dryness,
the other leaning into yellow''
Comments about Warren Falcon
Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.