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Stephen Pain's Writings

Poem
Oct.11.2010
W.S. Merwin You got to owe it to the clock, the poems are soldby the old foot in the door trick, you drop by with a treeand you tell the reader, why it is just a plain beechSo they take no notice, not knowing it is in a mythor something, and when the aforementioned writerswings by again, it is a word, and to tell the truthit is just a simple one, nothing above...
Poem
Oct.11.2010
Anton Chekhov 150th Off stage the seagull mews in the wintry skyAbove the island of Sakhalin, as the passageOf all that went by, the Russian penance bentOn the knees of the Orthodox Christ and the TsarThe history of the ever-stretching EmpireHas a page of news billed to a lonely silver beechAnton is coming, Anton is coming, to see for himselfThe burden of...
Poem
Oct.09.2010
Flight from the colder clime Flight from the colder clime; the sign of winter time,Two or three geese, stragglers, add imperfectionTo the machine of instinct, maybe older or not so fit,They nevertheless, will reach their final destination,Maybe the clay pond again; and at my foot like a sheetOf cardboard, the flattened toad which could do asA book mark for Nature...
Article
Oct.07.2010
from my other blog
Is there no greater human virtue than compassion? Probably not, because empathy or fellow suffering is entailed in the act and thought of compassion. Maybe it has evolved from altruism that is hardwired in other animals, but it has emergent properties that are connected with higher cognitive processes and social networks - though of course those of a religious...