The Poetic Hill

G.W. (Pete) Stewart is a native Washingtonian who joined the faculty of the Computer Science Department at the University of Maryland in 1974. In 1990, “inspired by beers at Tunnicliff’s on a bright Saturday afternoon,” he and his wife, Astrid, moved to Capitol Hill “and have never looked back.” He writes that, as a young man, he tried his hand at poetry, “with predictably mixed results.” But two poems he wrote in his early twenties have stuck with him. “The first is part of a love cycle that never quite worked. The second has proved strangely prophetic.” Neither has a title.


Kiss on kiss I practiced loving,
Lightly gentle, softly falling.
I never found a better feeling
Than lips together quietly moving.
A man set out to go from day to night.
His life had held enough of light,
And now he traveled hard to beat
A sun that always seemed to rise.
But he never reached his journey's end
However hard he went.
Back and forth through foreign lands
He'd always meet:
A hateful golden eastern sky,
Unwanted opportunity,
And fitful noonday sleep.

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