We, who were long together homeless, raise
Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up
To what sustained us in those threatening days
Unto this end. Alas, that this bright cup
Be empty of the care and life of him
Who should have made it overflow its brim.
(Edgar Bowers)
More Poetry from Edgar Bowers:
- Autumn Shade (Edgar Bowers Poems)
- For Louis Pasteur (Edgar Bowers Poems)
- John (Edgar Bowers Poems)
- The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten (Edgar Bowers Poems)
- Clear-seeing (Edgar Bowers Poems)
- The Poet Orders His Tomb (Edgar Bowers Poems)