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I hear the wind's sustained roar
and the sound of sleet
beating against the windowpanes
but any day is good, I say,
for the celebration of love.
© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.
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Richard Greene began writing poetry in the 8th grade, inspired by the opening lines of Longfellow's “Evangeline”—“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded in moss and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight"—which he was required to read in class. In college, after a classmate deemed Richard’s rhyming poem “trite,” he stopped writing until, a couple of years later, a class with Henry Rago, subsequently editor of Poetry magazine, inspired him to resume his efforts. But poetry fell by the wayside for almost forty years as a busy career in international development consumed his life. As retirement approached, however, Richard’s dedication to poetry returned; he has since published three chapbooks: The Broken Guitar: Poems of War; Becoming Old: Poems of Aging; Painting with Words: Landscapes in Verse; and one full -length collection, To Talk of Many Things: Selected Poems. Richard, who lives in Nyack, New York, shares a "poem of the week" with anyone interested; get on his mailing list by requesting it at greeneplace@gmail.com.
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Wilda Morris:
Truth!
Posted 02/15/2020 10:31 AM
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Lori Levy:
Short, but says a lot.
Posted 02/14/2020 05:47 PM
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Richard Greene:
Thanks, Nancy. Nice to be in contact again.
Posted 02/14/2020 04:33 PM
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barbsteff:
Very fitting, given the weaher in Wisconsin right now. Short and to the point - the best kind of poem.
Posted 02/14/2020 03:56 PM
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jerithompson:
Bio as interesting as the poem! Love it
Posted 02/14/2020 01:24 PM
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nancy scott:
Richard, lovely poem, So we meet again, Hopewell last,
Posted 02/14/2020 11:57 AM
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paradea:
Any day!!! Any time!!!
Posted 02/14/2020 09:41 AM
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Jean Colonomos-1:
Yes
Posted 02/14/2020 09:35 AM
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