MIME
Remembering is Sacrosanct –
An imitative Cord.
Mimesis is recovered life
In spirit and in form:
To represent Another’s voice
With parallels of line –
To emulate Intelligence
That truth will help refine –
To follow the discipleship –
The pattern of the one
Whose Holiness is surrogate
For kindness of the Son.
Similitude is greatest Thanks
For poetry’s bequest –
Selection born of reverence –
Creation bourn of Rest.
(29 March 2013, Provo, Utah)
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ELEGY FOR ANN-MARIE
Translation was her expertise.
She moved from word to world in grace –
Interpreting the gist of truth
With love that helped her hand replace
One sentence for an equal thought –
One meaning for another sense –
She captured idioms of time
In native lyric resonance.
She taught the brilliant and the meek –
She crossed the channel for her friends –
Secured the children of her nest –
Bequeathed her heart – bestowed her best.
She guided me from Park to Hägg
At Stockholm’s University –
Propounded works that Poets make –
Translating Light’s diversity.
And now she moves to other realms –
Traverses new dimensions there –
Reversing mortal pains to odes
That celebrate a brighter sphere.
I see her at the Blue Hall feast –
I see her walking on the stairs –
I see her greeting loved ones gone –
I see her free from this life’s cares.
Her Presence honors one and all –
She wears a sapphire velvet Gown
While dancing in the Golden Hall
Of laureates and Triple-Crowns.
(1 February 2018, Provo, Utah)
[To Ann-Marie Vinde, translator of Emily Dickinson and Ford Madox Ford]
CANADIAN PSALM
Between two Sunday sacraments,
I drove to Midway – Huber’s Grove –
Encountered on the drive-by road
A wounded goose, who life had flown.
With vinyl gloves and plastic mat,
I lifted him – so soft, still warm –
And carried him across to grass
That grace might know no further harm.
His winding neck, his flawless head,
His feathers black, white, beige, and gray
Were lighter than the Sabbath air
That sanctified the solemn day.
For sparrows and poor human souls,
Creation’s Maker notes demise.
I laid a marker on the bird
To honor him for mortal eyes.
(13 April 2021, Wasatch State Park, Utah)
MOTES
Your words were like a Sunset –
A glorious repose –
A promising reminder
That blesses as it goes.
The Sun has other business –
The Earth must turn to truth –
But now each evening offers
A resonance of youth.
The Sunrise brings revival
Across the creosote.
The morning fosters muses
Who clear their airy throats
With notes of reminiscence
That we are not alone.
The handcarts of the universe
Will always bring us home.
(4 March 2021, Springville, Utah)
DUE DILIGENCE
Parents are Angel Investors –
Preparing, providing, they shield
Start-ups for long-term exchanges
With shares in a home-sourced high-yield.
Learning to work, lead, and listen,
They nurture the children with care.
No guarantee of performance
Secures the brave losses they dare.
Families are Angel Investment –
God trusts us with high-risk consent.
Funded by Father’s affluence,
His Son is the capital spent.
Courage is equity’s business.
Endowed with a goodly intent,
The Office of Angels will thrive
In spite of the cost of the rent.
(16 February 2021, Springville, Utah)
[For the Arch-Angels]
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