This is the author's second book of poetry and contains a sampling of his favorite poems from among the hundreds written since his first book of poetry, Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems, was published. The book contains a handful of his favorite classic poems from Of Pain and Ecstasy revised and re-edited as well as more than 100 new poems written over the past several years. Poems include free verse, blank verse, sonnets, rhyme, haikus and linked haikus on a wide range of subjects. It is available both in electronic and paperback versions. The ebook version will also include some direct links to poetry readings by the author.
Victor D. López is the Cypres Family Distinguished Professor in Legal Studies in Business at Hofstra University's Frank G. Zarb School of Business, a Lawyer, and the author of 15 books on subjects that include law-related textbooks, legal reference, short fiction and poetry, and numerous scholarly articles on law-related subjects. For more information, you can visit his official web page at http://www.victordlopez.com. Samples of some of his published works and author readings of select poetry and fiction are also available at https://www.booksie.com/users/victordlopez-82664. You can hear his podcasts with both short and extended sample readings from of his new novel, poetry and short fiction at https://anchor.fm/victor-d-lopez.
This poem is another variation on a theme that appears in my poetry and fiction in various ways from time to time and is very near to my heart: regret for roads not taken. I've largely devoted myself to my work, which has been incredibly rewarding--both my academic life and my writing. But in retrospect, I regret some life choices that cannot be undone. I've produced bushels of dead leaves--my books and scholarly articles--but should have focused on far more important things, like spending more time with loved ones or having a child--my greatest regret of all. I know that in my deathbed I will not say "I wish I'd published more." And I've always known that, yet allowed doors to close that may well be the subject of my final thoughts on earth, if not my final words. We accumulate knowledge in life. Alas, knowledge does not necessarily lead to wisdom.
Echoes of Dawn at Dusk: Collected Poems (Volume 2)
As We Sow Thus Do We Reap
I’ve sown words on fertile ground, Watered them with sweat and tears, Fertilized them with dead dreams, And they grew, flowered and thrived.
A rich harvest have I now, Bushels full of dead, pressed leaves, Bound in colorful covers, That others may thumb at will.
They bring rewards and some joy, Will survive me, if not long, And help others still to learn, And I hope help improve lives.
Wish though I’d sown fewer words, Reaped fewer bushels of leaves, Chosen to sow other seeds, That would have bloomed into souls.
In a heartbeat I’d exchange, Bushels of pretty dead leaves, For a daughter of my own, To have loved through all my years.
Choices cannot be undone, Roads not taken beckon still, At least I know when I’m gone, Dead leaves will never cry tears.