by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | BR
Rare Books and Music Reading Room How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modigliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in glowing...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | BR, TI
Florida Today, because the air appears to blaze, I saw my brothers in the light of suns So bright that decades cannot dim their days. We played our games of brag and guns, Of pirate treasures gold like suntanned boys, Of daydreams live in afternoons so...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BR, LU
Across the Desk from me in the British Library The shape of nostril is enough alone To say, “Write love about me. Write it now!” The message pierces through the central bone That holds my ribs together like a vow Of chastity that must be broken. Rip My...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | BR, WH
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | BR, KE
Black Flightless Widow “I have not got over it and I never shall.” ~ Fanny Brawne He died and then the girl Fanny soon Keats on his deathbed Fell ill. Her spirit’s heart contrived to take Its toll upon her flesh. A black cocoon...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | BR
Resignation When hearts accept defeat, they do not make Hurt sounds, not even some hard-swelling beat Beyond the norm. They do not feel a stake Thrust through them, their spasming muscle. Seat Of human feelings, throne of love, the heart...
