“Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand by the window looking out at moonstruck trees a December storm has bowed with ice. Maple and mountain ash bend under its glassy weight, their cracked branches falling upon the frozen snow. The trees themselves, as in winters past, will survive their burdening, broken thrive. And am I less to You, my God, than they?” PoetryPrayerStrengthPoemSurvivalWinterResilienceIceStorms Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“their vaunted liberty no body pushes me around i have heard them say land of the free they sing what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox how have the americans managed to survive” PoetryFreedomLibertyPovertyPoemSurvivalAmericans Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“all art is pain suffered and outlived” ArtPainPoetrySufferingPoemSurvival Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
