‘Valentine’ and Other Poetry by Michael Curtis The Society February 14, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry Valentine The name of Spring is ever fresh and fair; Her sound is ever gentle, ever true; The Spring is like the songbird of the air Who sweetly choruses the good, the new. And we, my dear, have often seen the Spring Arrive with promise, blossom, fade and go To who knows where. The bird turns on her wing As if to wave to Spring to end the show. And we have lived to pass another year, To watch in course the Spring and sun decline, Which makes the coming year to me, my dear, The more loved, the more precious Valentine. The snows melt, the flowers open, the songs Again begin for us a little-long. To Rest in You A fawn is frightened in her bed, A sparrow chills in winter’s night; In life we suffer, in life we dread: Your love is full, your touch is light, We trust in you to do the right. Each life will turn throughout its course From bad to worse, then good again, Each hopes the good the stronger force: We each will suffer through the pain In faith our trust is not in vain. In all the world of want and need I give myself to trust in you; I cannot know, therefore I plead, “Please give me what is best and true” I trust, and I shall rest in you. Michael Curtis has 40 years of experience in architecture, sculpture, and painting. He has taught and lectured at universities, colleges, and museums including The Institute of Classical Architecture, The National Gallery of Art, et cetera. His pictures and statues are housed in over 400 private and public collections including The Library of Congress, The Supreme Court, et alibi; his verse has been published in over 20 journals. Mr. Curtis consults on scholarly, cultural, and artistic projects, currently: Curator, Plinth & Portal; Co-Director, The Anacostia Project; Vice-President, Liberty Fund, D.C.; Lead Designer on the 58 square mile city of AEGEA. Featured Image: “The Eve of St. Valentine’s Day” by George Smith. Related Post ‘A History Lesson’ by Joseph S. Salemi He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. The misreporting of great Caesar’s death Errs by one gross omission. We’re not told That when conspirators... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.