Poetry

James Mullaney


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9 january 2012

WHAT THE CAMPUS BARMAID SAID

With every glass I pour a libation
From the still of worldly knowledge.
How eagerly you imbibe your desolation.
Of course: It's college.

A string concerto newly found, once discovered
Sweet notes abound! (when uncovered.)
Like the bard whose epic tales of desperate zeal
Claim, "...None may see, but some can feel,"

Deny the loss and seize the day -
Live to win!
What makes a star a star so distant and obscure
But nebulae within?






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