65 michael lee poetry
michael lee poetry
The smiling blue sea and the skies, Know not sorrow nor wail. Dragged up out of the hold, Dead on his last way home, Worn-out, wizened, a Chinee old, ?, O he is safe ? at home! Brother, I stand not as these, Staring upon you here. One of earth's patient toilers at peace, I see, I revere! II, In the warm cloudy night we go, From the ?
Lee?s work carries readers, beyond personal demons, beyond life, death, and grief, tenderly, patiently pulling us through The Only Worlds We Know. An award winning short film of Michael Lee?s poem ?Pass On? ?
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