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The Voice

          The Voice We all are waiting for the voice to speak, But how will it be spoken? Will we hear It when it whispers in an ancient Greek The severity of stone-hard Doric fear? Perhaps still, small hoarseness in a fire Will echo in the deserts of our soul When...

Aegean Heat

          Aegean Heat We look at Orpheus, torn on the ground. We try forgiving women and his wife For tearing at his heart and body found Among the barren olives. This one’s life Is deathless in the myth of love and sounds Discarded in eternity. We seek Forever to...

Greek and Roman Thoughts on Amity

Greek and Roman Thoughts on Amity Denial of respect to you is done— Accomplished—by male silence. You’re a man, Not some boy or woman. You’re someone’s son Produced in hopes that your appeal would span Long-recognized presumptions that a friend Unlocks his heart to...

Greek Aurora in a Pure Cloud Sky

Greek Aurora in a Pure Cloud Sky He’s white and dressed in white. His linen shirt Saps wrinkles from his face and otherwise There’s not a spot of sweatiness or dirt. He might as well be marble, brotherwise To still Apollo on a plinth, although These shoulders are like...

Ancient Greek, Then Church Latin, Symposium, Scriptorium

Ancient Greek, Then Church Latin, Symposium, Scriptorium “Readers of Greek poetry constituted an élite, as in the Middle Ages readers of Latin did.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 13 “The symposiasts drank rather too much-watered wine, wore crowns, perfumes and...