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Defeat in Battle

        Defeat in Battle ………. True beauty is allowed to lapse to make Some room for what is novel, just the new, As if by definition modish ache Is better than the perfect pain.  This skew Along to holiness of fashion runs The flopping risk of...

Cave versus Agora

      Cave versus Agora That Plato thug looms; just pathetic, though, Pretending that he’s thinking straight about Ideals.  He doesn’t have a clue.  The glow Of solitary thought, that drought, Is all he cares to focus on.  Supreme And dictatorial his brain but in A...

Sacred Incenses

            Sacred Incenses The fragrance of the orange groves comes down From paradise, whatever God you know. A Christ, Ganesha—or an Allah frown . . . Yes, even that—must carry with it glow Of perfect redolence from heaven.  White Perfection flows out from the...

Peacock Feather

              Peacock Feather You might just say it’s only maleness ramped Up fret-like, gold and turquoise blue, each fret Of thousands, iridescent maleness, vamped Up frilliness, masculinity jet Propelled in delicacy.  Don’t ignore That other color in the eyes, that...

Heroes, Victims, and Poseidon

Heroes, Victims, and Poseidon The metre of ancient Greek poetry succeeds in “achieving a length and complexity that are unusual in the heroic verse of other literatures.”  ~ Michael Grant, The Rise of the Greeks, 325, as quoted in Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 16....