by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
A Dining Room with Keyboard Music The fourteen months or so that Rimbaud spent In London aren’t enough to make the claim That he was England’s modern man who went To places other poets couldn’t name. Verlaine was pushing boundaries, too, in lines, But his modernity is...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | CH, ST
Tea and Lack of Sympathy I took a sip of Earl Grey. I took A step and death came back. The thought of you Produced a fishhook in my tongue. I shook The silver free. It helped that you loved blue Surroundings for those pupils in the eyes Of women, of the ones...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | LU
A Man’s Grasp Enclosed within a high-walled garden lost In London is a rosebush robed in blooms Of red and white. Each blossom is of white And red. The beauty of these flowers looms Both separately and chorus-like with those Beside them in full green of...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Miss Manners I am an ephemeral and a not too discontented citizen of a metropolis considered modern because all known taste has been avoided in the furnishings and the exterior of the houses as well as in the plan of the city. ~ Rimbaud on London A...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | FR, MA
Slapped in the Face with a Kipper “How much more agreeable it is for two male friends to live together than for a man and a woman.” ~ St. Augustine The problem with the saints is that they’re saints, Ignoring all the hints. They’re working out A...
