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The Hard Truth: Keats

     The Hard Truth: Keats The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us.  He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this...

True Beauty

                   True Beauty I watched true beauty as the bus rode past The landscape Oxfordshire rolled out.  The nose Sat nobler than the slopes that will outlast Him, but its shape turned hillsides into prose. Those poems, though they now were only thought In...

The Products of Love’s Smog

The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...

Suffocated Devotions

…..Suffocated Devotions ……….“the fame of his lost love” Who cares about the love of Yazid choked Forever in that clogging of the throat, About Antinous, whose death is cloaked In rumors and suspicions as they float Above the marble whiteness of...

HMS Implacable

               HMS Implacable              “Because you loved me as it had to be.”            ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes.  Disinclined To...