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Best Poems From
YEN CRESS
(3/9/43)
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Song Dogs
Robed in the gray, lowering April clouds,
Silent forms float across the rocky hills.
A great horned owl ushers cottontail worshippers to their seats.
The incense of cactus flowers floats toward the
Thousand candles glimmering overhead.
The silver-faced director rises, poised,
Looking to the attentive choir.
As the dayglow fades, the chorus begins.
Singing,
Sighing,
Dancing,
The song dogs praise the God of the Desert.
The cathedral rings with their ancient hymns,
Staccato notes punctuating the rich oratorio.
Little ones, still trying to learn their parts,
Sing enthusiastically,
But slightly off-key.
The song dogs inspire reverence for El Shaddai,
The God of the Desert.
Yen Cress
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Soul Search (Villanelle)
Inside myself I tried to look
To find the source of all my pain,
And all the earth around me shook.
I tried to find whence flowed the brook
That bubbled hurt and left a stain:
Inside myself I tried to look.
All friends and lovers I forsook
That solitude might lead to gain,
And all the earth around me shook.
Such precious, cautious care I took
But every effort was in vain,
And all the earth around me shook.
My motives everyone mistook-
My searching went against the grain.
Inside myself I tried to look,
And all the earth around me shook.
Yen Cress
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Tanka 1
Neither lush forest
Nor field of vegetation,
Nor full of branches
Bent with the weight of ripe fruit,
Tanka holds a single rose.
Yen Cress
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The Evil of Salem (Sestina)
Old Salem was a peaceful little town
In Massachusetts, set beside a hill.
Its people knelt to God in prayer each day,
To ask Him for forgiveness for their sin
And from temptation to deliver them.
'Twas thus till early Sixteen Ninety-One.
Among those righteous people there was one
Who was a stranger in that godly town.
Tituba, slave from islands far from them,
Had come to share their village by the hill.
She brought with her a darker kind of sin
Than anyone had seen before that day.
Surrounded by some girls one winter day,
Warmed by the fire, Tituba was the one
Who read their palms-and led them into sin.
Soon evil rumors raced throughout the town-
A horror darker than that shadowed hill.
Black magic-voodoo spells-Woe unto them!
A doctor checked the girls, pronouncing them
Bewitched! And following that fateful day,
A panic spread to reach beyond the hill.
Suspicious eyes were cast on every one
Who was the least bit odd, in that strange town.
To be eccentric was a deadly sin.
The townsfolk called them witches, cursed with sin,
And quickly moved to purge themselves of them.
They tried the victims in that dreadful town
For one whole year, day after shameful day.
They jailed a hundred fifty, one by one,
And twenty more they hanged on Gallows Hill!
What happened in the shadows of that hill
Where wives and daughters, innocent of sin,
Were punished when accused by anyone
Who bore resentment or a grudge toward them?
A truly evil thing began that day
When madness swept good sense from Salem town.
May we escape the sin that captured them,
And wisely judge each one, unlike that day
Below the hill when justice fled the town.
Yen Cress
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