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The Age of the Gods

    The Age of the Gods Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The age of gods remains the same, a still Forever.  As they were, they ever are, And ever will be, in a changeless, chill, Transparent medium. ...

It Takes One

               It Takes One Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Henry David Thoreau writes of Chaucer, “We are tempted to say that his genius was feminine, not masculine.  It was such feminineness,...

April Infatuation

          April Infatuation Saigyô says about the cherry blossoms of Mr. Yoshino, “Could I but divide up myself, and see every spray on unnumbered hills of flowers in bloom!” Let Ariel inhabit me when spring Returns so I can fly from tree to tree. I’ll zoom...

Where We Ought to Be

      Where We Ought to Be Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem At times we feel like God.  At times we feel Like us, just humans, men and women, not Like God.  At times, though this is quite surreal, We...