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Robert Horan

Winter 1948

Two Poems

By Robert Horan

I. On the pink and pigeoned beach fails the amaranthine sea. The balconies of memory are washed away like lace. Underneath the water's stations, hung like toys in fluid worlds, […]

Winter 1944

Twenty-One Years

By Robert Horan

Came with wind and warning this morning the first birds. Came sun polishing the crucifix-insect where he paused dew-instant. I beheld here and there spiders going in grass to a […]

Winter 1944

Litany

By Robert Horan

Among the skeletons of sun where the yellow lions run goes one in a diamond color, tears on his antique shoulder. He walks in a sea of salt with intention […]

Winter 1944

Palms and Calendars

By Robert Horan

Folded, my tents and stars, to the double of day returning; confirmed in the light of wars and the witness of burning. Christened and wrapped in straw his tiger of […]

Winter 1944

January

By Robert Horan

The shelled flesh will not hold nor the locked mind heal its wind of wounds; only the stone castle of bone to signal where the blood has flown (as winds […]