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Holy Innocence

            Holy Innocence We wonder if the organist who spelled Out basic counterpoint and how to write Down harmony knew that this later swelled To eight-part glory in a music bright As heaven’s capital with streets of gold And gem foundations. Highnam’s Edward...

Jerusalem

           Jerusalem His face is mild, as mild as Elgar chords Set down on paper, or a late June day In Gloucestershire, as mild as sleeping lords In Parliament.  His young beard’s a display Of masculinity, or maybe just A statement of his academic bent....

Luther Resurrected and Improved

Luther Resurrected and Improved He looks a bit like Luther must have looked When he was young, his mouth a little sad, His nose, though cute and certainly not hooked, Considerably turned up and just a tad Too short and narrow to transpose to Seriousness of ordered,...

Sterile

                    Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off.  Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness.  That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a...

Death Defied in the British Library

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,...