AUNT EDIE'S POETRY~2

TRIBUTE TO THE REAL AUNT EDIE

POEM #5

A Face -is a face- to a hand in the dark;

My fingers now fail at discerning

Whose face this that so warmly presses my own,

Whose smooth cheek so pleasantly burning.

Only my lips that mistake not his kiss

Turn to the darkness still yearning.Š

.......Š.BEAU GALLIEN (1934

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POEM # 17

YOU SPOKE OF LOVE IN YOUR

BLAND KNOWING WAY AND CALMLY

CENTURED ALL THAT I HAD

THOUGHT COMPRISED THE GIFT.

WHAT CAN I SAY--

NOW THAT YOUR VOICE HAS

CHANGED IT'S TREND AND I'M CON-

VINCED LOVE LINGERS BUT A DAY.Š

ŠBEAU GALIEN...........................JULY 1930

POEM #18

Our story ended placidly without the usual tear,

That falls upon the moment death-knelling a lost sweet year.

Unanxious, carelessly we wrote"The End" with no regret.

So unlike life......our story, I've called it novelette.Š

ŠBeau Galien.......................May,1931

POEM #19

Love was a begger, haggard and old,

And deep in his cups when he found us.

A begger whos garments were heavy with gold,
Who scattered his treasures around us.

Oh that love might have been a wee gurgling child,

And not a haggered old gypsy,

Who crazily squandered his pennies and smiled upon us, and went away tipsy.Š

ŠBeau Galien.................June,1931

POEM #20

I thought you'd gone--I could not hear the creak of your old chair.

No fragrant smoke came drifting in to me on evening air.

Your paper lay unbroken for so long beside the door.

The clock ticked on -an hour--anothe hour--
then three--and four--

So fearful I, so desperate and stark my lonely wait.

I could not tell how many years it was that you were late.Š

ŠBeau Galien.................July,1931

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