Juvenilia Poems - Poems about Juvenilia

These are my early poems, or juvenilia. Analogy by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19 Our embrace is like a forest lying blanketed in snow; you, the lily, are enchanted by each shiver trembling through; I, the snowfall, cling in earnest as I press so close to you. You dream that you now are sheltered; I dream that I may break through. Published by Borderless...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia. Stars by Michael R. Burch, age 22 Though night has come, I'm not alone, for stars appear —fierce, faint and far— to dance until they disappear. They reappear as clouds roll by in stormy billows past bent willows; sometimes they almost seem to sigh. And time rolls on, on past the willows, on past the stormclouds as they billow, on to the stars so faint...

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Early Poems XX These are my early poems or juvenilia. Paradise by Michael R. Burch, age 15 There’s a sparkling stream And clear blue lake A home to beaver, Duck and drake Where the waters flow And the winds are soft And the sky is full Of birds aloft Where the long grass waves In the gentle breeze And the setting sun Is a pure cerise Where the gentle deer Though...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia... alien by michael r. burch there are mornings in england when, riddled with light, the Blueberries gleam at us— plump, sweet and fragrant. but i am so small ... what do i know of the ways of the Daffodils? “beware of the Nettles!” we go laughing and singing, but somehow, i, ... i know i am lost. i do not belong to...

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EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA Dance With Me by Michael R. Burch (circa age 18) Dance with me to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies. Enchantingly, each highstrung string, each yearning key, each a thread within the threnody, bids us, "Waltz!" then sets us free to wander, dancing aimlessly. Let us kiss beneath the stars as we slowly meet ... we'll part laughing gaily as we go to measure love’s arpeggios. Yes, dance with me, enticingly; press your...

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EARLY POEMS XX Cameo by Michael R. Burch Breathe upon me the breath of life; gaze upon me with sardonyx eyes. Here, where times flies in the absence of light, all ecstasies are intimations of night. Hold me tonight in the spell I have cast; promise what cannot be given. Show me the stairway to heaven. Jacob's-ladder grows all around us; Jacob's ladder was fashioned of onyx. So...

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Early Poems XVII Morning by Michael R. Burch It was morning and the bright dew drenched the grasses like tears the trembling lashes of my lover; another day had come. And everywhere the flowers were turning to the sun, just as the night before I had turned to the one for whom my heart yearned. It was morning and the sun shone in the sky like smoldering embers in...

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Early Poems XVI The Beautiful People by Michael R. Burch They are the beautiful people, and their shadows dance through the valleys of the moon to the listless strains of an ancient tune. Oh, no ... please don't touch them, for their smiles might fade. Don’t go ... don’t approach them as they promenade, for they waltz through a vacuum and dream they're not made of the...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII Davenport Tomorrow by Michael R. Burch Davenport tomorrow ... all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun. Now it is always summer and the bees buzz in cesspools, adapted to a new life. There are no flowers, but the weeds, being hardier, have survived. The small town has become a city of millions; there is no longer a sea, only a huge sewer, but the children...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch for Beth Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashion, but wildly, in despair. Because you came to me in my black torment and kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun upon parched desert dunes,...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XI Myth by Michael R. Burch after the sprung rhythm of Dylan Thomas Here the recalcitrant wind sighs with grievance and remorse over fields of wayward gorse and thistle-throttled lanes. And she is the myth of the scythed wheat hewn and sighing, complete, waiting, lain in a low sheaf— full of faith, full of grief. Here the immaculate dawn requires belief of the leafed earth and...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems X These are early poems written in my teens and twenties. Regret by Michael R. Burch Regret, a bitter ache to bear... once starlight languished in your hair... a shining there as brief as rare. Regret, a pain I chose to bear... unleash the torrent of your hair... and show me once again— how rare. I wrote "Regret" around age 19 or 20; it has been published by The HyperTexts and The Chained Muse. The...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college. Shock by Michael R. Burch It was early in the morning of the forming of my soul, in the dawning of desire, with passion at first bloom, with lightning splitting heaven to thunder's blasting...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. Moon Lake by Michael R. Burch Starlit recorder of summer nights, what magic spell bewitches you? They say that all lovers love first in the dark . . . Is it true? Is it true? Is it true? Uncanny seer of all that...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VII These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager. The Leveler by Michael R. Burch The nature of Nature is bitter survival from Winter’s bleak fury till Spring’s brief revival. The weak implore Fate; bold men ravish, dishevel her ... till both are cut down by mere ticks of the Leveler. I believe I wrote this poem in my...

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