Spoken Word

We Who Have Love

We who have love, alas! may not be friends,

Too faint, or yet too fierce the stifled fire-

A random spark-and and lo! our dread desire

Leaps into flame, as through to make


For chill, blank days,and with strange fury


The dying embers of Love’s funeral pyre.

Electric, charged anew, the living wire

A burning message through our torpor


Could we but pledge with loyal hearts and


A friend worthy of the fair, full past,

Now  mutilate, and lost beyond recall,

Then might a Phoenix from its ashes rise

Fit for a soul flight; but we find, aghast,

Love must be nothing if not all in all. ~Corinne Roosevelt Robinson


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