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Reincarnation

                          Reincarnation The spirit wishes it could look back to Its body, not the rotted one, and see The firm young form with hair and holy blue Of Mary’s robe in clear young eyes still free Of intimations of their death.  The hair, The blond head...

They Never Slumber nor Sleep

They Never Slumber nor Sleep The reason icons break but still remain At crooked angles over slopes and cracks In eon landscapes is to entertain Their sacred irises.  Greek mountains tracks Show off to icons ancient splits pronounced By earthquakes forty thousand times...

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!”

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!” The icons looking over valleys down Beneath, and over hills across the way, Are placed to shine like jewels on a crown. This crown looks far to mountains where priests pray And past the harbors where boats wait before They...

Frilly Pleats and Blokes

        Frilly Pleats and Blokes When Greek men dance in unison, their shoes Don’t dance like chorus girls’.  Men’s feet, Too large for pretty grace, are like drunk crews Of slack-foot sailors.  Men ignore the neat And opt for strength.  Approximate stomping Will do. ...

Gabriel or Lucifer?

     Gabriel or Lucifer? My cat is like an angel when he dreams, An angel from the furry realms of God. It is as if he more than merely seems To be archangel-like, a cat who’s awed By holy visions twitching in his paws, And lies angelic in his twitching calm. His...