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Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan The pheasant screeches on the village roof. The startled hamlet is transformed, not by The gorgeousness or by his squawk; the proof That transcendental beauty needs the cry Of ugliness to set a splendor far Apart is shown by this...

Abandonment’s Magnificat

Abandonment’s Magnificat A beauty gone is never gone. It goes Down deep in memory.  It does not turn To boredom and it never turns to prose. True beauty is like branding irons that burn The hips because of him or her but more Like him because of what he did between...

Tacit Beauty

                  Tacit Beauty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Where mountains aren’t, the world is still the world. There may not be the white of peaks or harsh Escarpments, but the streams of spring...

White and White and Blue and Blue

White and White and Blue and Blue Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some otherwhere the snow is lingering on The ground between the bark of oaks or pines, Perhaps beneath a peak awaiting dawn. Mount...

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in Esthetics

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in             Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Jesus speaks, the monasteries chant And convents count their beads.  On Georgia’s roads His words are...