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The Poet Whispers

Updated on February 13, 2017
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Brian Gray, obtained his degree in Language from Lee University, and has been a published author and professional writer since 1985.

My Poem & the Paintings of Maxfield Parrish

My favorite artist of all time will always be Maxfield Parrish. His art is perfect in many ways, but even more, the colors are so vibrant and unique, I have literally stood across an art gallery and could spot which one was Maxfield Parrish from even a great distance, such is the sheer vibrancy of his colors. I thought I would share one of my poems that I wrote in 1989 and, at the same time, introduce you to the wonders of Maxfield Parrish.

Sit thee still and hear, Young Man, for in thine ears

I pour the winds of yesterday.

They were the same that once did blow

Upon the ashes of this bard who stretches out to whisper now

And tread upon thy golden shore.

Thou thinkest me dead, yet readest thou

These lines I've writ to thee,

For in this love of which I speak,

There is a moonlit sea to which we both have come,

Compelled by mysteries I sought to name.

Stars cannot be held within the hands,

And moons upon the ocean stay,

Yet how with pen we would rewrite the very universe,

If we could only have the one we love.

I failed and wrote, you read and weep,

As reeds upon the bank do bend in midnight breeze

And honour, thus,

The passing of a time;

And you shall be like me

And write of love you sought,

Of all its temples and its famines.

You shall carve my poem in the mountain

Just to fill it in with dirt

When last this flame has flickered;

Born of hope, t'was destined more to die,

Yet from its death there tolls a bell

That shall ring on for thee.

Throughout the time of coming years

And bending reeds on moon-hushed banks,

Shall moonlit oceans call to read

Young lovers like yourself.

And some shall be, and some shall not,

But let that be.

Love thou deep, and love thou well,

And then record it thus as I have spoke to thee,

That on the leaves of summer's love

The winds of yesterday may blow.


The Poet Whispers

Sit thee still and hear, Young Man, for in thine ears

I pour the winds of yesterday.

They were the same that once did blow

Upon the ashes of this bard who stretches out to whisper now

And tread upon thy golden shore.

Thou thinkest me dead, yet readest thou

These lines I've writ to thee,

For in this love of which I speak,

There is a moonlit sea to which we both have come,

Compelled by mysteries I sought to name.

Stars cannot be held within the hands,

And moons upon the ocean stay,

Yet how with pen we would rewrite the very universe,

If we could only have the one we love

I failed and wrote, you read and weep,

As reeds upon the bank do bend in midnight breeze

And honour, thus,

The passing of a time;

And you shall be like me

And write of love you sought,

Of all its temples and its famines.

You shall carve my poem in the mountain

Just to fill it in with dirt

When last this flame has flickered;

Born of hope, t'was destined more to die,

Yet from its death there tolls a bell

That shall ring on for thee.

Throughout the time of coming years

And bending reeds on moon-hushed banks,

Shall moonlit oceans call to read

Young lovers like yourself.

And some shall be, and some shall not,

But let that be.

Love thou deep, and love thou well,

And then record it thus as I have spoke to thee,

That on the leaves of summer's love

The winds of yesterday may blow.


Brian Gray October 12, 1989 2:13 a.m.

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      John Hansen 4 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Wonderful poetry and beautiful imagery, Brian. A pleasure to read.

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      Brian Gray 4 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Jodah,

      Thank you for reading my poem and your very kind comment.

      Brian

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      whonunuwho 4 months ago from United States

      Such a grand presentation my friend. Beautiful words and paintings to accompany. Thank you for this inspirational piece. Blessings to you and your family. whonu

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This is so very beautiful! So full of wishful hope and a bit of bittersweet sadness. The paintings are magnificent!

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      Brian Gray 4 months ago from Pennsylvania

      whonunuwho,

      Thank you for taking the time to read one of my poems and for your very kind remarks.

      Brian

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      Brian Gray 4 months ago from Pennsylvania

      always exploring,

      Thanks for reading my poem. I always appreciate your kind comments.

      Brian

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      Damian Fedorko 3 months ago

      Shr Fu - I enjoyed the poems. They reminded me of the book you once published years ago. Also, the art work was great. Thanks for sharing.

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      Brian Gray 3 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Damian,

      Thanks for reading them, and glad you enjoyed them.

      Brian

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