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Rayn Roberts

Rayn Roberts

Poetry, Poets, Writing, Readings, Etc.

Category: The Dead

August 2, 2020August 6, 2020Rayn Roberts

The Plague, by Camus, says a lot about COVID-19 & Other Pandemics

I Woke One Day and Was a Man I’d wondered what it would be like to be a stranger in a body rented from God, cargo damaged more each day. I thought being a man would mean freedom to go wherever I wanted, do whatever I liked to do, not bound by the long leash […]

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June 29, 2020July 16, 2020Rayn Roberts

Gwisin at Seoraksan

An hour in autumn– alone yet not I saw a stretch of centuries, people, forms I’d been that made me what I am today– sad for what fights to spite death but cannot win pushing against a tide of joy and pain—      Listen, the last cicada singing in a twisted pine chanting the past and […]

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October 14, 2017March 8, 2018Rayn Roberts

Toward Samhain, for Shawn Morrissey

It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken Sleeps no doubt In the quiet of my bed He cannot be mistaken. Rising to the early light To torpor I awaken, I care for him His Sadness […]

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