by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LU
Beyond Calton Road: Architecture and Love The handsome streeets of Glasgow hide themselves Lest some conspiracy of tastelessness Combined with so-called progress pries and delves With jackhammers and bulldozers to mess Up...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO
The Sphere of Love The world of so-called love turns out to be A planet strewn with obstacles that range From seismic rifts (as in my heart) to strange, Cold vanities like boulders cunningly Concealed beneath deceptive clouds of warm Attractiveness. Its plains...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Far and Near The moon seemed full forever, fixed and set There high above my loneliness the night I went in search of distant love and met You with you heart held up as in a rite, As if an Aztec priest could sacrifice His own wide chest, incise it with...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | EN
Tulips in the Night An ordinary darkness covers them. It’s just the night. And they . . . they are only Tulips. It’s not like death has dragged her hem Across them. Why not let them be lonely In their detachment from the sun? But no, I have to take...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | DA
We Never Notice Suffering o For Artie 0 We never notice suffering when we see Olympic diving. Beauty is the sole Sweep that we watch, that we think of as free, That leap more solemn than a cabriole, More graceful, too, perhaps precisely since The arc desires the...
