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Glory, not the Mundane

        Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign.  It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...

Potidaea and Delium

          Potidaea and Delium There was a time philosophers and those They taught were men on battlegrounds.  They fought Together, side by side.  There was no pose (About butch fortitude) in fancy thought— They did it sword and shield and spear and brawn. And if they...

Self-knowledge, Selfish Knowledge

Self-knowledge, Selfish Knowledge “Socrates was once asked why it was that Alcibiades, who was so brilliant, beautiful, rich, and high in society was so unhappy. Socrates answered, ‘Because wherever Alcibiades goes, Alcibiades is there.’” This Alcibiades could cry...

Mellow Voiced like Perfection

Mellow Voiced like Perfection I remember well the first day that we Met.  It was Sabbath yellow, white and blue, A summer’s afternoon of sanctity Because of God—and then because of you, Your sister and your parents.  Hours of sun And brightness in the sky, a holy day...