Elegy for a little girl, lost
This is an elegy that I dedicated to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, after her death from Covid pneumonia.
Early Poems IX
These are early poems of mine, written beginning as a boy around age eleven, during my teens as a high school and college freshman and sophomore, and a few written in my early twenties.
The Toast
by Michael R. Burch
The Greatest Joke
"I died yesterday."
It was a start of a joke i heard.
He was a meer 18 years of age.
"I died yesterday."
That is all that he said.
He smiled and walked away.
Leaving me in tears of laughter.
It was a start of a joke i heard.
He was a meer 18 years of age.
"I died yesterday."
That is all that he said.
He smiled and walked away.
Leaving me in tears of laughter.
Springtime Sun
Springtime Sun
Yin Qiqi (~800)In times of doubt I sing to spring’s fresh sun
And free the knots tied up within my gut—
Your young man’s left his home and not come back
But winter’s snow will wash the willow’s smut.
| Chinese 陽春曲 殷七七 愁見唱陽春 令人離腸結 郎去未歸家 柳自飄香雪 | Pronunciation Yáng Chūn Qū Yīn Qīqī |
Kahlo
to come to terms
with what happens
repeatedly
with what happens
repeatedly
With Spring Arrives Blossoms, Bridges, And Old Kobayashi* (w/ Nods Toward Hart Crane**, His Eros) - A Love Story
[Photo of Manhattan (left) and Brooklyn Bridges (right) is in the public domain]
What a strange thing!
to be alive
Dear Low - Upon Your Leaving Mountains For Manhattan Circa 1981
for Lowery McClendon
Dear Low,
Dear Low,