Firestone Feinberg : Writing

Turning pages is...

Turning pages is...

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


The New York Society Library is the oldest library in New York. It was founded by King George before the American Revolution. I belong to the library,..
It's been hot here for weeks

It's been hot here for weeks

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h7/13/13It's been hot for weeks -- hot and humid hereIn New York. But I have been cold for years -- coldAnd confused. The weather has little effect ..
a rough road it is...

a rough road it is...

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h7/11/13A rough road it is, young man, and I cannotTell you where it begins or where it ends.Nor do I know how you will find it -- norHow you will k..
The lilacs act as if there were nothing

The lilacs act as if there were nothing

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h5/5/13The lilacs act as if there were nothingIn the world but their lavender selves. TheirPurple perfume paints the air withPerfect selfishness. Th..
There are other realities -- but this one

There are other realities -- but this one

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h 4/5/13 There are other realities -- but this one Is Now, and I don't either like it or Dislike it. And that doesn't matter. The Childre..
Wreaths of Words Ring Round My Head

Wreaths of Words Ring Round My Head

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h3/30/13Wreaths of words ring round my head --Tho' none this world could ever tell --For here the living -- here the dead --And neither would to spe..
Another Bird Is Happiness

Another Bird Is Happiness

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b"h3/15/13Another bird is happiness --Who goes a different way --Her destination -- none can guess --Nor motivation -- say --A visitor from heaven she..
Come Here and Touch the Green Green

Come Here and Touch the Green Green

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


A poem to my darling new grandson, Lucas. It's somewhat of an introduction to the world -- tempered with the wonder of a child's perception. The rain..
a poem to my newborn first grandson, Lucas...

a poem to my newborn first grandson, Lucas...

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


On March, 2013, we got the best gift in the world: our first grandchild... a boy named Lukas. The picture is of him the day after he was born. We ..
Inspiration is a strange guest...

Inspiration is a strange guest...

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b’’h8/12/12Inspiration is a strange guest --She comes -- uninvited --If you ask her to visit --She’s always too busy.When she appear..