by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | BE
In the Canterbury Choir How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modgiliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in hillside twilight, more...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | BE, JA, MA
Male Harmony Makes Heaven How holy is the true light when it falls Across his head, his polished golden strands Like golden angel hair. Their gloss recalls The Christmas trees of childhood as he stands There singing in the dark carved wood of choir And stalls among...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | BE
Radioactive Loveliness The face across from me is beautiful, So beautiful it strikes my lungs with pain, Destroys desires for being dutiful— Except for loyalty to loving’s stain. I thought that beauty of this order could Not be discovered in this modern day, A time...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | BE, MA
The Fortunate Fall of Hair Across a Forehead His hair is worth the trouble Christ has caused In making all this universe of pain. This hair is Rupert Brooke’s hair, waved and paused In holy photographs, but blond again, Not printed, real as Christ surrounded by...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | AE, BE, ES, MA
The Right Register: Ecclesiastes and the Sub-continental Indian Christian at Choral Evensong, St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | BE, MA
Imperfections He stares out, haughtiness implied in brows Here blackly burned above uneven eyes. That large, uneven nose might just arouse Distrust. Unevenly an eyebrow lies Distorted at the nose as if it grew More chest hairs there like those revealed inside His...
