Saiom Shriver

My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.

My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.

O Lord to You we give thanks
that in time Polish horses ... defeat Nazi tanks.

O Lord to You we give thanks
that in time Polish horses ... defeat Nazi tanks.

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who read more

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.

Each night the Tree of Nut
out of naught knits neat nuts.

Each night the Tree of Nut
out of naught knits neat nuts.