I prophesied
The resurrection.
Now it has come.
And I lie shaken
Before its tumult.
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 2
HOPE
Is the antelope
Over the hills;
Fear
Is the wounded deer
Bleeding in rills;
Care
Is the heavy bear
Tearing at meat;
Fun
Is the mastodon
Vanished complete . . .
And I am the stag with the golden horn
Waiting till my day is born.
ANNE KNISH
Opus 151
CANDLE, candle,
Flicker and flow—
I knew you once—
But it was not long ago,
it was
Last night.
And you spoiled my otherwise bright
evening.