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Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst*

Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst* In Homer’s time no word existed for Art.  Praxitiles and Sappho had no term For it. The Greeks had not even the spore Of such a word, so Plato spoke no firm Ideals about that thing which we call art. He had too much, perhaps, to say...

Music, Poetry and Architecture, All from Mathematics

Music, Poetry, and Architecture, All from Mathematics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The poet Amphion rebuilt the streets And temples, houses, and the stoa of The ruined Cadmeia.  His lyric beats Were...

Metallic Heroes Did not Dare to Turn their Backs

  Metallic Heroes Did not Dare           to Turn their Backs Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bronze swords, and shields, and helmets with their crests They wore while slicing men with wounds and death....

Ancient Art

               Ancient Art Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “the ancients had  not that conception of beauty separated from goodness which forms the basis and aim of aesthetics in our time” ~ Leo Tolstoy A moral pillar rises from...

Bitterer than Blue Dreams

   Bitterer than Blue Dreams Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse I sleep with one black perfect curl beneath My pillow.  It belongs to love.  Below My blond, blond head this curl is like a wreath Of mourning.  Blackness almost has a...

Ithaca ( Ἰθάκη), the Dull Town

Ithaca ( Ἰθάκη), the Dull Town Your wife is there, your two-balled heir, and hound Still true (like bone to brawn) behind his eyes Destroyed with cataracts—but his snout’s bound To ravel your armpit; he’s the surprise That isn’t surprising when you return Among the...