Anatole Kantor

Los Angeles, California

I am Anatole Kantor: poet, scholar and believer in Christ. I read a lot, and for the last ten years I have taken poetry seriously as a craft and job. I believe it is possible to make it as a bard, and I have published verse. Being a poet is like being a prophet: to have a vision from the soul, I enjoy writing poems like nothing else. It has rewarded me, to think I have done an art as pure as that of Plato, Shakespeare and Dylan Thomas.

The Bird

By hopping on the sidewalk,
Putting back his wings
And making small beak talk.
The bird nibbles seed
That comes from nearby weed,
And steers his flight with his nearby tail:
In the air, on the wind, he will sail.

Night

The cold, low lying fog at night
The street, with cars and headlights,
Stars rise and fall in nocturnal sky.
Trees and mountains, which are nearby,
Fill my imagination. Go to sleep, all you earth,
To another day you will give birth!
Quiet night.
Sleep delight
All the darkness, ease our thoughts:
During the day we're rightly taught.
Night obeys day, and the moon the sun.
As light transcends darkness; the other one.

Seasonal Suffering

What we for a time buffer
Is what we for a season suffer.
Sadness comes with an invincible gate
As big and strong as Babylon the Great
Although griefs time is short
When it is there, it is my serious life report!
I always overcome sorrow in a day,
But I hate depression's transitory migration anyway!