Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson

For a Ladies' Magazine

c 1970

Dear is my family,
dear my home,
and yet
I like to leave
at times
my tended garden, trimly hedged,
to watch unruly things that grow
and go and tramp alone
to watch the violet
in deep of woods
and rest my head upon moist weeds,
disown all wordly cares.
And, as I do,
at level with my eyes I see
around the violet there is
which would be alright, too,
except a war is coming
and I have no place to hide
my children



An Easter Song
Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace
To the Tune of Derry Air
On almost deciding that
it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies
are out of style especially for mothers
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Announcement 1969
For a Ladies's Magazine

Holistic Remedy
Our Lady of Outer Space
Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy?
Save Your Breath
To the Persian Gulf: Thanks
Old Woman on the Beach
Quiet Lady

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