James H. Cousins Fire Poems
- 1. The Wings Of Love
I will row my boat on Muckross Lake when the grey of the dove
Comes down at the end of the day; and a quiet like prayer
Grows soft in your eyes, and among your fluttering hair
The red of the sun is mixed with the red of your cheek.
- 2. A Curse On A Closed Gate
Be this the fate
Of the man who would shut his gate
On the stranger, gentle or simple, early or late.