by phillipw | Feb 28, 2020 | BE, MA
True Beauty I watched true beauty as the bus rode past The landscape Oxfordshire rolled out. The nose Sat nobler than the slopes that will outlast Him, but its shape turned hillsides into prose. Those poems, though they now were only thought In...
by phillipw | Feb 26, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...
by phillipw | Feb 26, 2020 | AB, AN, HA, RO, YE
…..Suffocated Devotions ……….“the fame of his lost love” Who cares about the love of Yazid choked Forever in that clogging of the throat, About Antinous, whose death is cloaked In rumors and suspicions as they float Above the marble whiteness of...
by phillipw | Feb 26, 2020 | AR, DE, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
HMS Implacable “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes. Disinclined To...
by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | AR, RI
Under the Sign of the Scorpions: Teachers as Consummate Astrologers A teacher in Rimbaud’s third year of school, M. Pérette, remarked, “Intelligent, as much as you want, but he has eyes and a smile that I do not like. He will come to a bad end. In any case,...
