Poems from Kurt Philip behm
A young poet is to an
older man
As an old poet is to a
younger man
When young then old,
when old then young
The future borrowed,
the...
Behind ivy thoughts and mortared speech,
my soul cannot be bought
As I worship freely deep within
—the truth forever caught
(Villanova...
Dimension,
Stretching itself
Reaching the unknown
Feeling what can’t be felt
Unnumbered
Not counted or named
Para-atomic
Time abandoned...
Does verse reveal
the litter
That left strewn,
clogs up your mind
Does poetry
uncover
What the prose tries best
—to hide
(...
Too many choices,
not enough reasons
Too many memories,
not enough hope
Too many excuses,
begging forgiveness
Too much to launder
—...