Robert P. Craig has earned a Ph.D. in Philosophy
from Loyola University, and a Ph.D. in Cultural Studies from Wayne State
University. He has taught philosophy at the University of Houston, and also in
Malaysia, Indonesia, Beijing, and Saigon.
He has published 6 books of poetry with numerous other poems in print
and online journals. He has also published 7 books in philosophy and
has given around 230 professional papers in philosophy in the U.S., Europe,
Asia, and China.
The
Time Came
1.
The
lowest note
of
the organ
at
Mass hearing
wonderous
melodious
hymns
is what I
touch
all day.
2.
Spring
moon
we
embrace
as
if I were a
shadow
on the
Shadow
Screen.
3.
Now
it is night she
stares
into a face
of
parchment, dances
with
words, praying
nearest
the dawn: the
Chapel
door is always open.
4.
A
new dimension
manifests
with the
wind
on my face
and
children on the
lawn,
all this against
a
motionless sky.
5.
I
am time: settle in
with
me: we can see peace
and
make love together.
Present
The
moon
hung
sharper
harder
framed
in
clouds
darker
against
lights
brighter:
because
last
night
I
dreamed
of
you:
and
because
I
dreamed
the
day
was
complete
total
whole,
splashed
around
again
and
again
and
festive:
tonight
we
may
be
electrified
with
a
pin
of
light
grasping
gapping
its
way
back
on
a
flat
black
sea,
Later
That Afternoon
You
are a river
that
flows banking
over.
Despite all
adversities
you must
stream
scream like
Galveston
Island.
You
are like an
untwisted
paperback
novel
with empty
sheets
of paper,
unnumbered:
you fill
fuel
it. I hope I
can
catch up.
Poems
by Robert P. Craig
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