by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | LO
Day and Night When you were dead to me, the living turned To ghosts, became a bunch of gibbering sounds And movements day by day. The living churned Around me on the streets and on my rounds Of work and food, and even through my bed. But they were just pollution in...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | VE, WO
Venice and Wokingham Where Wokingham has charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone, Where little of old English charm has fled Away, I find a volume on the blown Glass gracefulness Venetian lungs have made For centuries. Italian lips have forced An...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | BE
A Tenor in the Choir [there are three alternatives for the last line . . .] His face is like a student I once taught; Not just the pupil’s eyes, the brightness, too, And humor in the face, with freckles fraught, A gratifying galaxy, a slew Of them across his...
by phillipw | Jul 29, 2019 | BE
Musical Rightness in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room The space between his eyebrows is so wide It might contain nine symphonies, and all The works of Mozart, or the whole deep tide Of oceans that we label music. Tall Conceptions captured in long swelling bars...
by phillipw | Jul 29, 2019 | FO
February Fox Last night the fox we feed in bowls behind Our house came just at twelve. His long, thick tail Was bushier than last time and defined By flakes that fell and fell within the veil Of cold for whitest hours. He, taking out His chunks of chicken one by...
