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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Simple Plea
Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea .
We know ourselves , or say we do ,
Though time has said we never knew .
We cannot speak and say so much ,
We dare not cry , yet long to touch .
And though we stare , we cannot see .
Time and memories block the sea .
We hold ourselves , it's not the same .
The wind is colder since we came .
We turn our heads as though to speak ,
But pride is strong and words are weak .
Now we strain for a simple plea ;
'No matter what , I still love thee .'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Wonder Such As Thee
Sometimes I sit and wonder ,
How would it really be ?
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
Would life be any shorter ,
A kiss taste just as sweet ,
The summer any colder ,
The winter winds replete ?
Would music be less joyful ,
The springtime less adorned ?
Would colors fade in autumn ,
And roses be more thorned ?
Would words be less enchanting ,
From warm and gentle friends ?
And would life be less cherished
Until life's journey ends ?
All lovers grant life's pleasures ,
No matter how displayed ;
Or found to be worth knowing ,
Decline , when their loves fade .
It's well that I just wonder
And dream of what won't be .
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Ashes
I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.
I don't think you considered
The wonders of the mind,
And how it treats the remnants
Of lovers left behind.
You thought I'd always cherish,
The things you gave to me.
But honey, I can't value,
What others get for free.
It's going to take forever,
But I've got many years;
To burn away the memories
Contained in all my tears.
For now I've just avoided,
Substantial pain and strife.
I just incinerated all,
The things that were our life.
They now are only ashes.
No flames of love remain.
Here no Phoenix lies in wait;
For love, to rise again.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Autumn Love
I met her in the autumn ;
When such are found , you know .
She said , 'In all her glory .'
Though joking , oh how so !
So true , I did inform her .
But then , to no surprise .
Such things are never certain
In autumn's paradise .
An autumn love , so firmly ,
May grasp a loving heart ;
It still may seem together ,
Though broken from the start .
Through autumn , when it found me .
Through winter's frozen years .
Such love alive in springtime ,
Brings forth a rain of tears .
That's why the loves of autumn
Display a special trait .
The heartbreak , comes much sooner .
The love ends , much too late .
For young love , it's more tragic .
Although it's torn apart ,
The yearning never ceases
Around a virgin heart .
So when the tears of springtime
Give way and summer looms ;
The autumn love , once tempting ,
Ignores the soul it dooms .
And then , the autumn comes again
For young loves one and all .
Changing then , its name once more ,
From autumn to the fall .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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