ExoPhrenon
(meaning out of one's mind)
The crooked mind is expensive like a golden snake
And is self-conscious to the nth degree
But reveals itself in the lowliest
And, needful of help,
Frightened of itself
Dies in the hard street
Due to quarrel with society
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people
God knows what you do not
Why you undergo yours and others not
And why you cry leaden tears
For which God should apologize
Poor venomous wretch
And all in all that is all to say.
Sheilagh MacConochie
Sheilagh sit with me awhile.
Soft the night with a smile
Like a butterfly fluttering
Let us see what love can bring
You were never a coy flirt
And meant no one any hurt
You were firm and you were fine
As the blossoms of the trumpet vine
Sweet words enumerated single file
Sheilagh sit with me awhile
Sheilagh you were my destiny
My bashert—it was meant to be
But I was exceeding nice
So I lost my pearl of price
Sheilagh sit with me awhile
Sweet the night and with a smile
Roger Fogelman was born in New York City in 1940. From an
early age, he wrote poetry and for the next 45 odd years, he has continued to
produce poems on various subjects, such as nature and the human condition. He
won the Morrison Poetry Prize at Cornell University and the American Academy of
Poets Award at the University of Virginia. His work has been published in the
American Academy of Poets' Commemorative Volume, 1965; the Cornell Writer; and
the Nassau Review. Dr. Fogelman graduated from Cornell University in 1960 and
received an MA and PhD in English from the University of Virginia. He also
holds an MS in TESL from Queens College. He currently resides in New York City.
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