by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | AU, WI
Hills I like that hills are taught by autumn how To mean and learn from leaves what orange warns. Hills take their definition from fall’s now And from its sharpened hoariness of horns. I like how hills are taught by castles, walls And forts what...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | BU, CH, HI, IN
Xuanzang: Observations on Assam, Bihar, Kasmir, the Peninsular and Punjab We meet dismay when pondering histories Far foreign from our time. Many amassed Cross-pollinated facts become mysteries, As when a Chinese traveler in the past So distant that we have no...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | SP
I Reject the Perpetual Lie of Noon The night attenuates the springtime limbs. The light, such as it is, depletes their blooms That in the sun were more than April whims But now seem waiting for harsh showers, dooms. But not this evening. No. The gentle light...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | TR
Heartwood: By the Shore of the Shenandoah Inspired by the death of Charles Randall Stanfield I would like to die as trees. They do not Respond to music or to other pains. They do not care about death. There’s no slot For nourishing music even...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | BE, DE
Ludwig van Beethoven When quietness first insinuates its tone, The ear is unattuned and doesn’t note The difference. It’s as if a single bone Crumbled in a tomb, alone, or a throat Swelled slightly in a singer in a choir Yet made no sound conductors’ minds...
