Joseph M. Gerace
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“Primrose” by Patrick Kavanagh
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth it is, said I, to find One small page of Truth’s manuscript made clear. I looked at Christ transfigured without fear— The light was very beautiful and kind, And where the Holy Ghost in…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 359
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 357
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 356
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 355
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 354
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 353
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 351
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“The Struggles of Words”, 1928, by Pierre Reverdy
Torment wanders into the light beyond the roof. At midday, without sunlight. The walls are covered with snow, against a gray background. The eye stops and vainly seeks a better path. They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively. And the flood, too high, carries off the…
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