by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | LO, RO
Compacted Oh, I am fortune’s fool! The man in love is like a soldier bound For danger. Women walk like ghosts in love, The menace and its wounding all around Them. Love is like an Iron Maiden glove Which harms the hand that...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | SA, ST
Chopin, Played in the Oldest Church within the Walls of Ancient Paris How sad to think of those who lived before Romantic music, those who never knew Strained longing, melodies that seem to pour Unendingly, that seem to yearn out through Eternity, stretched out,...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | MU
Pathetique, Movement Four, First Parts ….. Most beautiful is music which is sad. This music is most beautiful because It follows rules of longing, pain unclad By silk, or any of the convent laws Of stoicism, but, instead the codes In agony, and these invade...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | ET, IM
Perpetual Quietude Why would immortal gods or angels pause In thankfulness for moments, hours — for time? Why would such beings think it needs applause Since after all each day is just a chime To tell them they have years forever. Souls Eternal in their...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CH, MY, ST
Broadmindedness Touching Electric Fences He thought himself a mystic, though I don’t Believe he knew strict meanings for that word. He had these fuzzy notions: he was wont To stretch and blend. His holiness was blurred. B’hai was far too cut and dried for him, I’m...
