Would you believe, my lovable, lovely wife— should I leave first, this grace filled sphere of life— that all the words of love I’ve ever written/said can never/ever become dead? For even beyond whatever life they’ll have within your soul, they’ll also always live within whatever cosmic speck or spark becomes my role. Yes, I … Specs and sparks
I have finally scanned Bill’s book in as a PDF. A few of the pages are missing (November 2012), but I hope to find them soon. Download it here.
Cafe Ariel, 12/28/92 Dear All, My life has been a slow unfolding of the last gift I received from my Father. On his death bed one day in 1952 he told me that “second wind always comes”. He was speaking specifically to cross-country running. But as I have persevered on my sometimes soaring, sometimes stuttering … on second winds
love is what matters love is what counts win, lose or draw it’s love that amounts to something to everything to all in this life so let’s live and let love * * * here and now we love and live or here and now we die no far, fair land no time sublime beneath some cloudless … Three poems about love
Bill wrote this poem “it must have been in the 60’s.” I recorded him reading it in 2008, then added the images to create this video.
Bill distributed these four poems on a flier in March of 1991. His introductions are in above each. Dear friends, Poetry has been good for me lately. This first day of spring seems right for collecting a few and sharing them with some of you. I owe some of you written copies of one or … Four Poems — distributed 3-20-1991
I have a rosy view out to Talmapais and the Golden Gate where the mountain meets the sea. The Sleeping Princess may yet swing free out through the GAte to an ocean of emotion with a peaceful bent. Perhaps all of time has been well spent. A single rose a single word a single silent … A have a rosy view