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Giant

               Giant The redwood hulks above the other trees Just here in Bracknell, right across the road From undistinguished houses. In a breeze The meaningless trunk looms as if to goad Some god that I am unacquainted with. It used to be that I remembered to Look...

“Open”; and “Pindar on Theoxenus”

                    Open The ancient Greeks believed that light beams flowed Both into eyes and out of them. If stars Poured in their lights, then stars in light streams flowed Back out. If Venus, Jupiter, or Mars Fell down through irises, then planets’ lights Shone...

The Truth

               The Truth The ancient Greeks are there. They do not hide The truth about themselves like holy priests Of papal Rome. The Greeks adored male pride And loathed it. They were not pure logic’s beasts: They gloried in their contradictions, found Them, not...

Were I to Believe in Angels’ Songs

Were I to Believe in Angels’ Songs If angels, each one, had a message they Would sing to us, would each charge be the same, A Kyrie, an Adoramus te, Or Gloria?  No, that would be too tame. I'm thinking everyone would be unique, Each text and melody enough to...

Beauty on the Number 10, February 19, 2016

Beauty on the Number 10, February 19, 2016 I wonder if he thinks that he is sweet, As sweet as he appears in this quick snap— Or sweeter even, maybe like a fleet Of wide sailed ships that bear across the map Of seas and move with sugar icebergs, streams As lovely as...