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Bright Young Men Know Better

Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets.  His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...

The Spring

                              The Spring Each thing, if large or small, does not have wide Or universal meaning.  Cherries bloom And that is it.  The blossoms aren’t allied With cosmic import, are not signs of doom Despite the fact that they will die.  Instead Each...

As She Lies on Her Deathbed

        As She Lies on Her Deathbed The tulip petals have been turned to pale Translucent beauty in their death. The oval petals have become a veil For ghosts to wear, like fragrance from the breath Of phantoms.  Lavender has faded, dawn Reduced, a fading caused by...

Tongues as of Fire

If men desire to find belief, to sing It out through throats works best to make the soul Embrace it.  This will make the sought faith zing Behind their hearts and manliness’s whole. The faith will throb straight through the tenor throats, The baritones and basses’...

Sheer

             “…poetry is not thought, is not emotion, is not beauty, is not morality, is not religion, but something else….’Seek ye first the kingdom of poetry, and all these things shall be added unto you.’ ” p. 27 ~ R. H. Blyth,...