1982 Yearbook
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1982 Yearbook
Description
An Encomium: to D.M., poet, on reception of works
so signed
David Miller, poet, sends me pretty
picture postcards
On them words of witless whimsey
Not much more.
David Miller, poet, prints his lines on re-made paper
Pulpy, bumpy, bad-recycled:
Leeching social responsibility.
His poems haven't got it.
David Miller, poet: — Loon's burning embers ripple —
What is this, a water phoenix?
— Against the shore —
David Miller, poet, signs his work in letters bloated
Copyrights his worst excesses:
Looking out for re-
munerability.
Maybe I'm only jealous.
Me, I find no instant-spiration, only pounding, grinding labor
Search for rhythm, search for meaning
Metaphor.
David Miller, poet, keeps a bust of William Shakespeare
Calls it Ben for Mr. Johnson
Everbore.
Now let me not be snippy.
David Miller, poet, let me think that he could be that
If he found some kinder mentors
Tried once more.
David Miller, poet: all his friends should not deride him
Just accept, attempt to guide him:
Conscience requires me to orate pro D.
May the ghosts of ravens haunt him
May the clowns of Shakespeare taunt him
May the Muse his inkpots gum.
May he fall like Milton's Adam
May the coach of Emily nab him
May the hound of heaven grab him
May his poems soon be Donne.
Kathleen McCormack
Reflections
I see you
Though you're not here
You both are with me
As I pass through today —
Until I reach tomorrow
I feel you
Your presence is near
The way you touch me —
Brings me near to a place
We both knew long ago
Reflections
Presenting the times we've lived
From our past —
Reenacting the joys and the
sorrows we've shared
Projections
Of heartfelt feelings I say
Carries a blessing —
That you love as one
and reflect the love I give
Keith Pells
121
so signed
David Miller, poet, sends me pretty
picture postcards
On them words of witless whimsey
Not much more.
David Miller, poet, prints his lines on re-made paper
Pulpy, bumpy, bad-recycled:
Leeching social responsibility.
His poems haven't got it.
David Miller, poet: — Loon's burning embers ripple —
What is this, a water phoenix?
— Against the shore —
David Miller, poet, signs his work in letters bloated
Copyrights his worst excesses:
Looking out for re-
munerability.
Maybe I'm only jealous.
Me, I find no instant-spiration, only pounding, grinding labor
Search for rhythm, search for meaning
Metaphor.
David Miller, poet, keeps a bust of William Shakespeare
Calls it Ben for Mr. Johnson
Everbore.
Now let me not be snippy.
David Miller, poet, let me think that he could be that
If he found some kinder mentors
Tried once more.
David Miller, poet: all his friends should not deride him
Just accept, attempt to guide him:
Conscience requires me to orate pro D.
May the ghosts of ravens haunt him
May the clowns of Shakespeare taunt him
May the Muse his inkpots gum.
May he fall like Milton's Adam
May the coach of Emily nab him
May the hound of heaven grab him
May his poems soon be Donne.
Kathleen McCormack
Reflections
I see you
Though you're not here
You both are with me
As I pass through today —
Until I reach tomorrow
I feel you
Your presence is near
The way you touch me —
Brings me near to a place
We both knew long ago
Reflections
Presenting the times we've lived
From our past —
Reenacting the joys and the
sorrows we've shared
Projections
Of heartfelt feelings I say
Carries a blessing —
That you love as one
and reflect the love I give
Keith Pells
121
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/7096