by phillipw | Mar 18, 2020 | BE, MA
Miles and Miles Miles, Miles ahead of every other one In beauty, he is lovely, perfect, great Like Gabriel when bowing to the Son Enclosed in Mary. Miles is as a gate Set down like gold in heaven in the wall Meant as a bar to Paradise and joys In bliss...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2020 | AE, BE, PO
An Absolute Poem “Its evocation will not be toward decoration or amusement, but rather toward a state of consciousness, an ‘innocence’ (Blake) or absolute beauty.” ~ Hart Crane, “Aims and Purposes” We dream of promenading streets of gold, A gold so perfect...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2020 | AE, BE, ES, PO
Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign. It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...
by phillipw | Mar 15, 2020 | AE, BE, ES, MA
Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden with a jazz orchestra;and the katharsis of the fall of Troy I saw approximated in the recent World...
by phillipw | Mar 15, 2020 | BE
Monarch on the Cushions of his Throne He has a rattan halo over him. He lies on velvet and embroidery. The rattan is a woven saint-like rim Come down as if by heavenly decree To change the world forever for the best. The velvet on his cushion is a red Of royalty...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | BE, MA
Penis Penance Just how can women cope when men are more Gorgeous than their female matings, as strong As gondolas’ slow rocking on the shore Of Serenissima; or like a long Boat set by Viking sinew on the waves In Arctic storm of sleet that muscles...
