by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, Uncategorized
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...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, DI, LO
Its Message Like the Ring of Fire in an Annular Solar Eclipse Made by a Vivid Orb https://images.app.goo.gl/65cFVxwAkgtHNunF6 What is our planet but a little sphere Of blue, peculiar in the black of space, A blue embracing greens and orange, here And there the...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | AG, AT, SA
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...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AG
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...
