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There are some qualities – some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence – sea and shore –
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name’s “No More.”
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

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The joining
Of the two circles –
Of two lives.

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His and hers –
Days, months, and years will
Overlap.

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Man, woman
Lean on the other
Throughout life.

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photo by Krzysztof Szkurlatowski; 12frames.eu at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhYzBkk/Rings+for+wedding

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers –
A temple of the heat. 

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun’s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
Yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color
That tinged the atmosphere. 

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored
Obtain such grace of hours
That none would mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.

 

I picked her up and put her in her seat.
When placed, she asked me why my arm was wet.
“My arm is wet?” I asked. “It is the heat.
The sun is beating down; I bead with sweat.”

I bridged to what we’d talked about before:
I’d told her how the mornings paint the grass
With little pearls that wet the verdant floor,
That water and the sun bring that to pass.

So when she walked the lawn with tender feet,
Her toes were tickled and were watered too.
“With that, my child, my story is complete –
Upon my arm, the sun has raised a dew.”

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still.
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
i guess one angel in another’s hell.
Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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Next, Babies And Storks

Now I know
Where the clouds come from:
Tall smokestacks.

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Thimble

Thumb armor,
Protecting one hand
From other.

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The Watchers

All the trees
Are weeping willows
In graveyards.

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Storks – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nJJFMFg/industrial+smokestack

Thimble – photo by Miriam Wickett at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nJZgwXs/thimble

Watchers – photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o5B6Lp6/Graveyard

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon
Is waning into evening, whisper soft!
Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon
From out its misty veil will swing aloft!
Be patient, weary body, soon the night
Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet,
And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite
To rest thy tired hands and aching feet.
The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine;
Come tender sleep and fold me to thy breast,
But what steals out the gray clouds red like wine?
O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest.
Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity!
No! Once gain the harsh, the ugly city.

My leg was never in a cast,
Nor has my arm been in a sling.
I think my hide is pretty tough –
I’ve never broken anything! 

Oh – but when bottles once were glass,
I held a cola by the neck
And felt it slide like pucks on ice,
And promptly stepped upon its wreck. 

Too – once there was a broken heart.
How many pieces? – I don’t know.
The shattered glass one cannot count,
Nor shards of hope that do not glow. 

Lest I forget – a promise made
That was not kept – a carelessness?
Or was I rash with tongue and lip? –
I broke the words I meant to bless. 

Stored in my painful memories,
Some broken bits of glass still sting.
My bones are whole, but I can’t say
I’ve never broken anything!

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

‘Twas a long Parting – but the time
For Interview – had Come –
Before the Judgment Seat of God –
The last – and second time 

These Fleshless Lovers met –
A Heaven in a Gaze –
A Heaven of Heavens – the Privilege
Of one another’s Eyes – 

No Lifetime – on Them –
Appareled as the new
Unborn -except They had beheld –
Born infiniter – now – 

Was Bridal – e’er like This?
A Paradise – the Host –
And Cherubim – and Seraphim –
The unobtrusive Guest –

 

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1

Curling lip,
Open mouth, big teeth,
Green whiskers.

 

2

Peering face,
With two eyes beneath
A green hat.


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photo by wernerb at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oVcKSXU/Under+the+roof…

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

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