Social Matter

“The Morning is a Promise”

The morning is a promise of difficulties
Old age is mostly this knowledge
What they call ‘a real man’s college’
A school not known for its ease
But what rage is there left to spend
There is always another failure to mend
Work on then, Sisyphus! This pleased
The court, that man be thus condemned
Not to drift away without a body to dwell
Say with me, it is sooth, it is meet, it is well
But to face fear, to face hell or be contemned
Intemperate, coward, fool, unjust — of these
Pushing on against the stone of his will
And thus the promise of morning fulfill.

“Love & Death”

Love is man’s dream of dying
Dying to himself, but yet lying
Telling himself he will live on
While hoping he’ll be gone

Pressing close as his own skin
Without to without, within to within
Self stopping union made full
But yet making union possible;

A light rain in young spring
A mild midsummer evening
An everycolor fall afternoon
A white winter passing too soon

A morning golden colored-cream
A noon from which all glories stream
A dusk aflame with dying sun
A night to which all watchers come

Break your cask and drink they say
For they know not yet another way
If they said, they would be lying
For love is man’s dream of dying