H e a r t   S o n s   &   H e a r t   D a u g h t e r s   of   A l l e n   G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m   H e a l t h   S p a :   R e p o r t   2 0 1 4 :   A r c h i v e s   E d i t i o n






Henry VI, Part III (1590-1591)


But … we saw our sunshine made thy spring

And that thy summer bred us no increase…. II.ii.163-164


As a swan, evenly matched,

swims against the current,

neither conquered nor conqueror,


the inevitability of losing,

in the days, months, years

I have left of what this is.


Even a marble hand

wears out after almost

sixty years of rain.


All the hours I’ve spent

on a body of work, that’s

now the shadow of a life,


that will be crossed-out

by whatever comes next,

not even slowing the tide.



[Excerpt from The Shakespeare Poems by Randy Roark. Originally published in NHS 2012, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs12/.]