Gram

I; Admonition

A morning songbird

Had perched the cluttered table,

Rousing our routine.

 

II; poetry underdone

Reading these poets

One wonders why yet they stomp

Upon shattered glass

III; Ressentiment

Idle subversion:

Ample reprieve when unnerved

By failed absorption.

 

IV; A Century's Misreading

Winter's sun chills so,

The glum adapt to regard

Summer oppressive.

 

V; Where Abide the Souls 
Whose Work Is Done

After old masters,

Through meadows of Asphodel,

To learn of birdsong

 

VI; “Is the Spring Coming?”

Through the brisk dawn rain

I thought I heard a robin,

Yet the north wind blows.