by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CH, DE, LO, ST
I Spend my Nights Composing Sonnets for The Dead: Charles Randall Stanfield I spend my nights composing sonnets for The dead. The great majority of these I never knew because they number more Than friends and relatives I try to seize In poetry. I write of Talleyrand...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | MA, SE
Hercules Had a Cudgel For men it’s violence and sex. For them The love comes accidentally at best. They want to lift up Aphrodite’s hem And rape what she has never quite suppressed There, furred between her thighs, but first they must Fulfill the need to...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | AE, BE, BR, ES, MA
Ashurbanipal Reincarnated At a Desk in Rare Books and Music A sternness in the beauty of his nose, His eyebrows and the arch above them, Its sweeping, upward, back—these all compose An epic that should wear a diadem. Its jewels should be from Asia and the isles Of...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CE
Non, je ne regrette rien ………….The tomb of Rudolf Nureyev We go to see where famous people lived And died, and where their bodies rest. But why? Perhaps we think their genius can be sieved Through their abandoned bedrooms—or the sky...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | GR
Metallic Heroes Did not Dare to Turn their Backs Bronze swords, and shields, and helmets with their crests They wore while slicing men with wounds and death. The warriors wore bronze breastplates on their chests To save their lungs from being pierced so breath Would...
