William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Shepherd’s Song

Love, if I must speak, let me be brief, for the birds are singing. And Love said, Each to his joy, his grief, his responsibility — not as tyrant, or teacher, but as melody.

 
Shepherd’s Song

Your hour, my century,
said the mountain.

Your stone, my grief,
said the man.

Your words, my longing,
said the wind.

Poems, Slightly Used, January 16, 2010

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