• Author: Cuff, Joseph J.
• Editor: Cuff, Joseph J.
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 3
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• Date: 12 Winter 1958
• Tags:
• poetry

The World I Never Made

I pause... for a moment to rest, for I see the spectre of a lonely soul take leave of a forgotten self and weave a trail out into the nowhere ... Yes, time, like a kindly magician... pauses... for a moment to rest... that I serene, may gaze where only unlit sunlight had been before...

Roll back! Yes! Roll back, ye mighty days of time to powers that were, return as mine...

Summer that came in suddenness ... murmuring ils arrival, lacing a surging of hearts into oneness... blossoms illuminating the dusky places with a white laughter ..

A sun had lost its blazing glory, retreating in a flanung chariot before a war- like blue of a soft-lit might ... blankets of blue triumphed, laid themselves across a tired-eyed sky ...aday sellled down to slumber ...a busybody moon, a gardenia im the mght's buttonhole ... stars glitlened, stars on which to hang the curtains of night ...

A whispered, weeping sigh, a silent voice... “and thow beside me singing in the wilderness” ... one beloved of Omar, swept across Persia land .. . sweet sighs of mingled ecstasy...

Oh wretched hour, I taste my bread of pain in a garden of agony, a Gethsem- ane of untold pain ...amoment frittered away... for want of a star a dream was lost ...

The summer sleeps in a dreadful depth ...

Awaken out your forceful slumber, oh winter ... cold and blustery deep... That we may gather, one by one, the cold-nose snow and hated sleet...

The bigness of a love came forth, the struggle at last past ... Blessed Savior, in a forgotten world ... A people crazed with indignation, tinseled crepe paper twined around their ears... Death, death to the impostor ... and I, in a crystalline pensiveness, turned away... An angered wind blew citt the lamp of mind...

Now, to sink back into the oblivion from whence I came, for words are but little toy actors, ranting across the paper, brandishing tin swords ...

Yes...time...like a kindly magician ... paused... for a moment to rest... and having rested, moves on...

by JOSEPH J. CUFF