by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | MA
Vin Blanc: Vintage 1971 Affection grows mature in hearts lined up Beside each other like strong casks of wine. The drink drawn off to fill some future cup Is savored not for sweetness when we dine On dishes which our memories have prepared But for the tonic of its...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | FR, KI, LO
On the Occasion of Edward II’s 700th Birthday—April 25,1984 On burning blue spring mornings such as this One, he would best have found his satisfactions In passionless ditch-digging with the bliss Of sun on neck and back,or, in actions Of sweat while making...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO, RO
Parting Your hair disturbs my heart, distressing me As much as ritual words a demon. Light Beatifies the strands and makes the sea In sunshine vague banality. The sight Of sea waves seems mere repetitious fact. Your hair recalls the hours of childhood...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO
Revelation No Scripture has authority like light On hair. Religion is an effigy Of burning love. Compared with you last night, Asleep in my embrace, philosophy Is just insomnia—and God a dream Contrasted with the memory of your lips Against my...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | GR
Six-legged Mammon The bee’s bright trove refracts, hones no rainbow. Midas’s cup is not a prism. Only one Greedy color comes from it. Strain, stain, glow– Wealth. That’s it. Maybe momentary fun Shines out, but mostly it’s just...
