A View from the Brooklyn Bridge
A View from the Brooklyn Bridge
by Frank Thomas Smith
Now is today,
Render time as you
would They,
They lived for a
time,
The earth is made
The lone man
Warmth can come
No Warmth can come
Embrace the breath
and taste its warmth.
Keep faith with the
burning tiger * * *
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which will be
yesterday,
and was once
tomorrow.
a bouquet of roses
to your love.
like all the
beauties of the world,
will,
quicker than a lie,
whimper and die.
an eternal instant,
a touchdown
eternity.
of flecks of matter,
lovingly crafted
and joined to form
a solid living mass
on which we stride
the day long in
light,
on which we lay our
heads
when the night
spreads
its dark quilt upon
our shivering
selves.
is more alone
than any finite star
He shivers despite
the quilt
and the raging fire
he's built.
from a southern
breeze:
the heart's breath.
from northern gales:
the head's details.
Then will the
morning cool
spring from your
loins like a lamb.
in the jungle's dark
silent breath
till endless time
whistles death.
