Best Camus Poems

Camus-Pieces
           by Odin Roark

Might it be…

Lives are merely spent
Putting fragments of one’s picture
Into place?

Is it random
We seek as children
Blocks placed to spell a word
In order to garner a smile
From Dada
Mama?

We seek a fit

By adolescence
Specific images...

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Since we are all going to die
It is obvious that when and how does not matter
The years the years they whittle at you
The persons on whom I have bestowed some of my dearest love
Lie deep in their graves
But although the happiness and delight of my...

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Turning, turning, burning, burning
in a Pharoah's dance
marking the rising, rising
of the Nile's advance.
Great Khan's mandating, mandating
heaven's acceptance.
Shamans and priests ritualizing, proselytizing
for imagined power's embrace.
Poets and musicians futilely divining
partial patterns from a trance.
Scientists and quacks hypothesizing
from an always limited sense.
Officious leaders ignoring, deploring
reliable evidence.
All of us...

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Camus, I wonder, 
Did you live your greatest wish?
Lucidity during ecstasy. 

I have.
  
Ecstasy wears a blue muu-muu.
Opens her door to me,
Uninvited,
Bike sweaty, 
Late 
In the evening.
Hurry, the bugs will get in!

Ecstasy 
Shows me a book.
Offers me a drink.
Tells me a story.
Hugs me when...

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Since we are all going to die
It is obvious that when and how does not matter
The years the years they whittle at you
The persons on whom I have bestowed some of my dearest love
Lie deep in their graves
But although the happiness and delight of my...

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Grand Citations of The Still Sober
In Neared Radios of Fresh October
And one had in mind a Graham Greene
But - Lo! - Some Newly Discovered Being:
“Greene had a bit got sensational,
 His rejection not intentional. 
Next, Some Writer with Proverbial Gun
But-Sorry-Rubber Bullets of Fun
A Gordimer Admirer...

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