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Classic Clarity

                Classic Clarity Who’d want to read the ancient poets, myth And tales, because of facts?  Aegean blue And empty temples, ancient gravesites with A beaten gold mask may be facts and true, But true enough?  Excited Schliemann sends The king of Greece a...

Rumi Traceless

               Rumi Traceless Is anything as nameless as the God We wish that we could worship?  Voiceless, we Are like an atheistic angel squad Mosaicked up on an infinitely High chanting ceiling, where the only light Is from the hanging candle lamps of void. The...

To the King of Greece

          To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak.  It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble.  Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls.  Occasionally Our history...

Santayana’s Christmas

      Santayana’s Christmas “There is no God and Mary is His Mother.”  ~ George Santayana For Linda Pervier The flakes fall white. They form without a creed,    Savonarola’s robe without the black. .     These make the leafless landscape supersede ….    The...

Agnosticism: les neiges d’antan

         Agnosticism:       les neiges d’antan “Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~ (Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.” Who doesn’t recognize such feelings?  We Have all of us had moments, days or years, When we don’t want our usual...