Always All Ways
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
When men are in that kind of love, then all
Is right. Then everything is rhyming red.
Then every time is thrilled, unblinded Saul.
Then everywhere is Eden thornless spread,
The only tree the Tree of Life, twelve fruits
On every limb, the shape of every one
Like Pentecostal tongues. Gold Hatshepsuts
Fill all immortal thoughts. A megaton
Of passion is the promise that this love
Presents in daydreams in his unmade bed,
A holiness implied in push and shove
