Anthology of Poetry

We do stare upon the eastward sun,

And watch it rise all the higher,

And when the table is set and the day is done,

Our bodies are covered by what we perspire;

For the beans and corns that we sow,

Ache our bodies dull with laze,

That we pray the sun will make it grow,

As we watch the cattle graze;

Spring turns summer and steals young spry,

As the sun beats down overhead,

As the varied grain does grow high,

And the clothes are stitched, needle and thread;

Autumn comes with harvest, to see what we can reep,

And watch the westward sun, to take our gentle sleep.

The Rime of the Deadly Funnel

Dastardly skies of darkened light

Cold sweeping rain of bitter bite

Zeus's bolt of brilliant thunder

Shaking the earth apart, asunder

Winds that howl in fearful fright

And men who pray to be saved of plight

Torrents of rain that soak the ground

And the horrible storm and its sound

The scream of the land does bequeath

The pain of the earth underneath

And those who fall to the lion's roar

Are heard from, nevermore.

Tanka 1

Lonely Lycoris

Dancing Crimson in Morn Light

Blossom in the Field.

Surrounded by many twins

How can you be so lonely?

Tanka 2

Summer trees swaying

On lofty winds colored green

In laze of the heat.

If you would not be so hot

Would autumn have to kill you?

Tanka 3

Glossy black onyx

Of the headlands which you sway

A deep closed crevice

Of rigid adamant stone

Might you be a hidden smile?