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If Only it were True that Perfect Face

If Only it were True that Perfect Face If only it were true that perfect face And fetching body contours equaled good, That exquisite eyelashes meant true grace Of character—and dual dimples could Be parallel with rectitude of soul, That lips demanding urgent kisses...

Up Close and Pulchritude

                                                    Up Close and Pulchritude               Hercules Musei Capitolini, Wikipedia The way we view ourselves as humans lies In how we see our past.  Imagine then An ancient statue of a man.  His eyes Are white, white,...

Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings

Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor.  Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet...

Contemplation and Adoration

Contemplation and Adoration He seems contemplative, his shadowed face So meditative that his beauty turns Away from us.  He seems to fill more space Than marble ever could.  His presence burns Through thousands of male years.  The darkness all Around him is defeated. ...

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Beauty

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Beauty The ancient Greeks loved beauty, all its forms. Men prized the patterns that enquiring minds Discovered, loving it because it warms The brain and body, loving curved behinds Marble statue of the Three Graces Metropolitan Museum of Art,...

A Tenor in the Choir

A Tenor in the Choir [there are three alternatives for the last line . . .] His face is like a student I once taught; Not just the pupil’s eyes, the brightness, too, And humor in the face, with freckles fraught, A gratifying galaxy, a slew Of them across his...