Bill Grimke-Drayton
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I LAY ME DOWN TO TAKE MY RESTA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonThe dying man prepares himself. |
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INTERVIEWA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonA member of the older generation - i.e. in their 80s or 90s - is interviewed about their life. |
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TRANSFIGURATIONA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonOpen the door, walk down the street, The dark hides your hesitant steps, As sleep smothers the town, and you, alone, Can mark this day in fire .. |
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UNIQUE AS YOUR CREATIONA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonIt starts with the pianist but then moves on to the Creator Who is Love |
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COMPASSIONA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonCOMPASSION Love tears out The poisoned arrow of dread And heals his wound, Yet washes the man with tears. His eyes see more than he has be.. |
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COLLISIONA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonThe colliding of reality which seems impossible to face with a choice of unreality - a mere dream of leaving. |
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THE GROAN OF CREATIVE LOVEA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonA natural description of the process of creation in wonder and glory |
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SUICIDEA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonThe final act of a desperate man |
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WHO IS THE BEGGAR?A Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonWho is the one who is the beggar - the one who begs on the street, or the one who lives in a mansion? |
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INTERLUDEA Poem by Bill Grimke-DraytonThe scene is typical of the dislocation of wartime - a cross between London and Warsaw in the 1940s |