by phillipw | Jul 29, 2019 | BE
Musical Rightness in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room The space between his eyebrows is so wide It might contain nine symphonies, and all The works of Mozart, or the whole deep tide Of oceans that we label music. Tall Conceptions captured in long swelling bars...
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2019 | BE
Virgins in Self-sacrificial Auto da Fé “His ‘magic’ does not take account of what cannot be known.”* His beauty does not care Who worships it with fragrantly white-hot Devotion at a burning altar where Our ribs are offered up as incense to The...
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2019 | BE, BR
Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved. Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse. The hair Is lovely,...
by phillipw | Jul 8, 2019 | BE
Orlando Sanford International Airport Not just the eyes, but lashes too: the young One there behind the check-in desk has hearts- Stopping eyes and lashes, black, highly strung Sublimity of beauty to launch hard parts Of anyone who yearns for grace, launched to...
by phillipw | Jul 4, 2019 | BE
Persian King of the British Library Extremely dark brown and curly, his hair Demands attention from the eyes and heart. It’s long enough to trap me like a snare At midnight where his beard becomes the part That emphasizes masculinity, Embracing finely drawn moustache...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | BE
Death Be Now Proud: A Highly Articulated Shrimp as Gem The lighting strikes, extreme in angle, from Above and glints from it a glory, gold And glowing. It’s as if it is a-hum With lustres of the richest hue and bold In purest warmth. The sandstone it is...
