Sanatorium Poems - Poems about Sanatorium

...God dwells in the sanctum sanatorium of my heart, Even at death of mortal body he does not depart; Ignorance is not the obstacle that blocks him from me, Reluctance to see him stops me in his pres......Read More

...Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey, To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; At my age between sixteen to seventeen, In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; A time, whe......Read More

...We faeries were a twitter for our houses were under attack in the crags. Giant hunters had been capturing them, shoving them into bags. Heard scared faeries screaming for help as they were carted o......Read More

...Menage et Trois On the farm, I was sent to when my mother was at home for tuberculosis, I was quite happy, the people on the farm consisted of a middle-aged couple The sister of the wife and ......Read More

...thermometer cold to the touch absent of heat, patron walks behind the taker mirror image, the wall the floors, nothing at all teeth chatter at base of my neck, “You see nothin......Read More

...Sonnets XXV-XXXII Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eye......Read More

...Sonnets X-XVI Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes'......Read More

...Memories and a farm My mother had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium I ended up in a home run by the local town and financed by people who meant well I made life difficult for the staff, a......Read More

...Debacle is not of a noble birth Like debris of steel without a worth A part of life which is so germane And earth remains his prime domain. Debacle is lethal and so uncivil She births grie......Read More

...Layered Cake pt 1 I’ve known many unsavory characters from my home city of Manchester There’s the ex-demolition guy who took a great dislike to me Did he have visions of blowing me up instead of ......Read More

...Searching somewhere beyond sight, For miens and visages propelling into quotidian lives, With smiles,blues and not so much to cry, Swept away every scratch of soul, This wave not seen, not felt, ......Read More

...Come, You by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Come, you--the last one I acknowledge; return-- incurable pain searing this physical mesh. As I burned in t......Read More

...Come, You by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation by Michael R. Burch This was Rilke’s last poem, written ten days before his death. He died open-eyed in the arms of his doctor on December 29, 1......Read More

...Archaischer Torso Apollos ("Archaic Torso of Apollo") by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes' forfeited visions......Read More

...Sylvan surroundings of a Sanatorium With cold wind biting the boulevard... In pallid rays of winter sun, I recuperated. "Hey, I am your new nurse"... A light blue scarf came in a tint of white......Read More