Donald Justice poems
Donald Justice(12 August 1925 - 6 August 2004 / Miami / Florida)
Bus Stop
- by Donald Justice 52
Lights are burningIn quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.
The quiet lives
That follow us—
These lives we lead
But do not own—
Stand in the rain
So quietly
When we are gone,
So quietly . . .
And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrellas out—
Black flowers, black flowers.
And lives go on.
And lives go on
Like sudden lights
At street corners
Or like the lights
In quiet rooms
Left on for hours,
Burning, burning.
Submitted by C.K.
Men at Forty
- by Donald Justice 47
Men at fortyLearn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to