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The Melody of Reality

The violin wept,

it wept so sadly.

the tearful tones stole

through the song of my soul,

longingly, liltingly, madly.

February 11, 1965

For Emily Dickenson

Fleet ruby-throated, darting poems…

a jewelled hummingbird in red, red foxglove.

October 16, 1966



a star comets out of eternity

its white light entailing our sun

in a festoon of billowing brilliance.

Splendor unseen:

Smog smudges against

the windows of our minds,

and a city of scientific lights

blots this ethereal visitor

from our dark, confused sky.

Unseen, it returns to eternity


November 7, 1965

“For my Little Brother James”

God has his eye upon the sparrow,

though but a farthing it doth cost.

But also upon the crow,

not one hath e’er been lost.

One frail, baby crow hath met the Savior

when hungry caws scratched the air.

But doubt not God’s benign behavior,

little black feathers are warmer there.

Can you now behold our feathered nest,

once so cold, from up on your golden bough?

Can you see our abundance, our bounty, and sated rest

and wish that you ne’er it saw?

Little crow, my word I pledge,

by God’s grace,

my black wings shall never rest.

I’ll keep on planting God’s seeds

in the waiting fields

for the great harvest.

November, 1965


Written by peterkrey

August 3, 2010 at 5:23 am

Posted in My Poems

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  1. That’s a truly amazing image. The tones, stealing through the song of your soul. I pictured it running headlong into the darkest temple. particularly what inspired that thought was your final line, Madly. was the second one a vision you had while visiting Tokyo? I figured that might have been the case since the name of the poem is a Japanese name and the way you describe this city, as if it’s almost futuristic sounds like Tokyo to me. I pictured you leaning over a rail in some far out portion of the city gazing up at a night that is “Confused” as you said with the overbearing light of all those buildings in Tokyo. That was a fascinating poem. I love the visitor at the end as well. It’s like amidst all that chaos of light and electricity burning in the night something just dips into your reality ever so briefly, was it a ship? a being of some kind? Or just a thought that was transcendental?
    The one about James was very moving and beautiful. God watches the little crows too. And your promise at the end was very nice as well. A promise to bring God’s Kingdom here, for James and for all of Mankind.


    February 21, 2012 at 6:40 am

    • dear Mark,
      On my early poems: that violin wept poem was one of the very first ones I wrote. I guess it was very passionate.
      The Ikeya-Seki poem is about a comet by that name that could not be seen because of the smog and the lights of the city. I think your interpretation is more romantic. I was trying to say that science blotted out God, because our little lights (our ability to reason) seemed so much brighter to us than the stars, which are really much greater than our own sun. Science thinks it has a total description of reality, while actually it cannot fathom the human being, morality, history, and the spiritual purpose for which God placed us on earth and had us be here on this planet spinning around the sun.
      About the last poem: Imagine if James had lived. We’d call him Jimmy Crow.




      February 22, 2012 at 2:18 am

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