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 —
It could be that she is the chosen love of my life— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
certainly no other face has moved me so constantly
and very few have really touched me
and none, like her, … through and through
A year I’ve drifted and loved and sifted
and she still says more to me in five minutes of anger
than most with hours of love
we’re bound, it feels, beneath our lives and lovers
by the years we grew together and the child we love
so that Texas and our youth
and our learning trust and love
are more cement and pattern
that sex and words can change or will undo.
gallagher
29 nov 78