by phillipw | Jan 24, 2020 | RI, VE
[Verlaine describes Rimbaud in London] His Eyes, His Hair, the Seasons in London The overarching springtime blue in May Was set with bluebell darker tints in flecks. Those irises were perfect in the way A nearly purple paragon respects The imperfection of the...
by phillipw | Jan 24, 2020 | RI, VE
Merry Go Round Glamor A large, significant proportion of The gay and bi community today Is desperate for the story of the love Of swirling Rimbaud and Verlaine to bray Out gaily as bright carousel horses’ Tunes, twirling like calliope pipes with Glee. This ignores...
by phillipw | Jan 24, 2020 | TU
Christ in the Color of a Bend The scope of perfect yellows is displayed Along the curves of tulip petals near My door. One tint is on the sweep arrayed Across the tops of shell-like shapes. The cheer (When no severity can touch soft sleeves) Is waving in the April...
by phillipw | Jan 24, 2020 | RI, VE
Emancipation Proclamation “You’re free alone with me,” the tyrant wrote To Paul when he had made his cowardly Decision and had fled by pettish boat. “I, only, offer you your liberty.” This freedom was la liberté of slaves, Though. La égalité was not discussed, Nor...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | RI, VE
Verlaine Afterwards Allow my dizzy head to loll against Your chest. Your kisses ringing like a bell, Because they are the last, are love condensed. Those kisses are as lovely as the knell Of wedding chimes for grooms who do not know Tomorrow. Let me drowse...
