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He

He The way he makes us feel is like the vaults In high cathedrals.  High and higher still They rise within our hearts with all their faults Though far above us like a sacred grille He sets out forms for irises and souls. The complications of the stonework cry Out. ...

Plural Perfect Planets

…Plural Perfect Planets The ancient poets are like planets far Away in distant heaven, but for some These poets loom so near they almost jar Against our sentiments. These poets come Up over us like moons, they are so near In what they have to say.  Our world is...

Abel, Niels Henrik

    Abel, Niels Henrik ……………………Wikipedia …..Wikd Could someone please propose equations for The beauty of a man?  They must include His hair (of course) and—if divinest Thor Resembled him in any way — warm hued...

Angles, not Angels

Angles, not Angels The pope is coming to Britain on a “state” visit soon. As you probably already know, the Venerable Bede wrote, in the oldest ever history of England, an anecdote about when Pope Gregory the Great saw English people for sale in the slave...