A Poem written
by Carl
Marty (Sr.)
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American
Voices 1936, 2nd Annual Edition, page 249, an anthology of
poetry selected from entries submitted by more than six thousand poets,
with biographical notes on the authors; edited by: Margaret Nelson;
published by: Avon House. (The book was a gift from Carl
Marty, Sr. to: Katherine and Paul
Fitz-Gibbon, Sr., 1936.)
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SPRING
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Hark!
Birds are singing their old song
And yet it
sounds so new—
They glory that the Winter
strong
For
conquering Springtime flew.
And
Bluebells squint through sunny land,
Ring
glory in your heart;
Fair blossoms flow from Master's hand—
Your sorrows let depart.
Throw off of heart the chilly snow
And let its flowers sprout—
Within yourself let Springtime glow
And
Winter will move out.
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FALL
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How
mildly shines the loving sun
With caterpillar creeping,
While draping by the spider spun
In mid-air goes aleaping.
The flower droops its wilting head,
The golden leaf is tumbling,
Dear Nature's glory goes
to bed,
Its
beauty is acrumbling.
Migrating birds with fare-well song
Give thanks for all the blessing
And weather-changes
fast and strong
Keep prophets all aguessing.
But then we know that behind all
Is
God's eternal weaving—
What
now succumbs to frosty Fall
For
new life is aleaving.
—Carl
Marty, Sr. |
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BIOGRAPHICAL
NOTE: Carl
Marty, Sr., is a retired business man. Has been writing for 20
years. Educated in Europe. His work has been published
abroad. |
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