The Timidity of Gifts

A child ran toward a pretty leaf
That fell on an open window’s ledge
On the second floor of the house of his play
And the wind of his rushing blew it away,
And I saw how desire goes to grief
And how everything good is set on edge
As though frightened of coming, since sin began,
Into the burning hand of man.

–August 20, 1984

(“The Timidity of Gifts” appeared in the May/August 1999 issue of Beauty for Ashes Poetry Review, Mechanicsburg PA.)

Published on November 8, 2006 at 2:26 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. You seems to have gr8 poetic skills. Enjoyed going through it. Keep it up the good work.

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