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The Poetry of Howard Snow Welleet Oysterman

The Poetry of Howard Snow

About the Project

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The Poetry of Howard Snow

Looking East

In the clear lone silence of sorrow

I sit as the sun is low,

And I wonder the way of the morrow,

And wonder the way of ago;

For my way is ever ashiftin’

To the will of a weak whimsey

And the soul of me manlessly driftin’;

Cold hands hold the destiny.

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The Outermost Land

The sea wind whines in the low sea pines,

In the gnarled sea pines that grow

In the shifting sand of a wind-swept strand

Where only the winds of the seas are borne.

The sea is law to the worn sea shore,

The sea wind law to the sand,

And the sea sand drifts as the sea wind shifts

The dunes in the lone sea land;

Where ever wrangle the stunted trees

With the wrath of the wind-swept seas

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The Beach

Oh golden moon:

Are you trying to console

My lonely spirit as I stroll

On the moonlit beach alone,

Where silvery waves ceaselessly flow,

And sob in smpathetic woe.

As though my griefs were known?

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Summer Love

Summer time is nearly over,

Just tonight alone remains,

Parting time for summer lovers,

Lovers’ time shall tear in twain,

Time the soother of all woe.

Tis two lives last night together,

Lives that know a love sublime,

As they hold their dear one closer,

As doom clings to the straws of time,

Time the healer of all wounds.

Vowing love shall never die,

As their parting night is over,

Vainly trying to defy,

Time the soother, time the healer,

Time the killer of all love.

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