To the Irishman
In you
I see green
When I'm with you
Evergreen on the stereo
Love everywhere
and harmony
and disaster but sweet
victory
The agony of winter
and frost on windows
snow in the air
and on my ground.
Helen O'Flarerty
25 Nov 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
The Recluse
To be alone, like on a night without stars
I am a slave to the shadows, dreaming
in the emptiness of a cool night.
I am in the trees, where the wind
visits them,
fleeing the mystic winter and other
seasons.
mine is a solemn loneliness,
without treasure,
But nevertheless rich.
A single gull, afloat over uninhabitible
seas,
This place of quite meditation,
where I know that
I will love again ---
despite the shadows.
by Jerry Hester
a patient with Helen O'flarerty
on the mental ward.
given to her aprox. nov 26, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Winter’s morning’ Momma…am I going to stay— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
white bird of spirit in the land of corporate play
I hear the whisperings…the early morning’ trees that say
you’re just a wisp of life and so very quickly blown away
The rustling’ leaves that lay the winter’s crackin’ cold to me
I’ve never been a man who could be anything but free
I love the rustle of these ladies skirts in love
and I like the way their eyes go shining’ round
I feel my inner tide and feeling, a certain pride
calling’ me out to face the wind and winning
I feel this love of life as a deeper sort of knife
some living healing light, some bird of spirit bound
bound for flight.
gallagher
28 nov 78