Alvina Mathilda (Klein) Miller

The Scarecrow

I was the scarecrow in the garden of my mother’s death,standing a long week of bed-side vigilin that tangled patch of wires and tubeswith vain hope of keeping the death bird away.Looking long at the soil where my seed had nine months lain,I wondered what part of me would die with the wombwhere I first …

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Two German Poems

Two German poems, casually recited by Ron, while walking at his annual Thomas Merton Retreat in Bardstown, KY. This was filmed during the 2010 retreat. (Video by Bradley Wettersten) Du bist wie eine BlumeDu bist wie eine BlumeDu bist wie eine BlumeSo hold und schön und rein:Ich schau’ dich an, und WehmutSchleicht mir ins Herz …

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Sidney’s Poem

Little remains in that frail frame To carry on the fight. Yet when he looks at me, His eyes hold firm, Shining in his wan and wrinkled face Both clear and bright. “You’re a good man,” he whispers, weakly grasping my arm. “You’re a good man too”, I reply. But even good men stand without …

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November’s Song

Dedication: To my father in absentia on his 104th birthday, November 7, 2010. November sings a lonely tune, A melody of melancholy and despair. Trees sway naked in slow rhythm, Tracing patterns in the autumn air. So stand we all this season, No camouflage for any lack of love, Though longing to hide our nakedness, …

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