Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
In Spring I searched through rosy woodlands fair,
and kept the meadows secret within my heart
To wed the summer’s final wish to fall...
When man came out of nature's womb—God was born (Wiinnipeg Canada: September, 1992)
Artists reach beyond themselves,
to be more than who they are
The journey never at an end,
nor ever near—but far
(Dreamsleep: April,...
“Who’re you really” the Sage asked again,
that look upon his face
“It depends on who I’m looking at,”
I said, his eyes now glazed
“I’m...
I don’t remember where I was,
when the Earth became my lover
Surrendering herself to me,
enticing all endeavor
Canyon Walls and Glacial...