by phillipw | Dec 17, 2019 | BR
Brevity is not the Soul of Death The coach goes whizzing by and briefly swan And blackthorn come in frame upon, beside The springtime silver of the Thames. Soon gone, They all are gone. Yet, if we took the wide View, saw them longer in our time, they still (Not...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | BR, UG
Revolting The redhead, ugly, and with glasses tries, However. Little earrings mean at least A bit of vanity. To exercise Some hope, though, isn’t wrong. Meager brows creased Above her specs have not been penciled in; No cheating try to titillate,...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
British Library Brown and Black Reader The normal word is shadows. That’s too strong A term for soft gradations on his face Of light and lesser light. They fall along This ridge, that slant of skin, and make the trace Of beauty blend into grace where lonely...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
Far from Grim He has a wayward symmetry, not right Like Christ’s, this hair a harmful Rupert Brooke’s. The marble-like complexion gathers light, Transluscent, pure, too beautiful for books. The faintness and the flawlessness of skin Stretched...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BR
British Library Metamorphosis The other day he looked just fine, his beard Scraped off, his hairy forearms hinted at By whiskered wrists, his whole look dress-shirt geared To middle-class propriety. He sat There under that fluorescent, genteel lamp And took tight...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | BR
Renoir Lips The Renoir lips and voltage eyes of blue, The shock of Tintoretto hair, two-toned In depths of blond and old-gold hue (As subtle as a shadowed Rembrandt, honed With strokes of perfect oils) define the head. The HD download lashes long and...
