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Preacher Paradox

Preacher Paradox To the white candle The white peony is death, Moving still as death. ~Kyoroku [Englished by Phillip Whidden*] ~ Ecclesiastes 1:2 The peony and candle both seem still, But “seeming” never/always still contains Un(numb)ered movements.  Particles feel...

In Vain

In Vain Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full” ~ Ecclesiastes 1:7 His heart was not quite written on the lake Of loss, lost memory, or upon the sea Of...

Sabbath Evening Love Feast Becomes a Fresher Pentecost

Sabbath Evening Love Feast Becomes a Fresher Pentecost White peonies bloom: It seems no other blossoms Spread petals near them. ~ Kitchi [Englished by Phillip Whidden] “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” ~ John Keats This truth is higher than this April youth. He holds...

The Feed

The Feed The willow leans, bends Her darkening bosom over Anther of the bloom. ~ Basho [Englished by Phillip Whidden] We hesitate to think how many breasts Of women bent above his heart to take Him in below, how many begging chests With bobbling nipples then began to...

Scarface

 Scarface   “In the image of God created he him” I will knock at your Gate in the darkness where white Petals disappear. ~ Kyorai [Englished by Phillip Whidden]   I wish I had a scar across my face, A scar to force me always to recall You, hardness of your profile,...

“almost mad with ecstasy”

“almost mad with ecstasy” ~ Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditation A man of limbs, a man of limbs and limbs Who cut through limbs and cut through life, appeared As if theophany, he requiring hymns. Not quite theophany he disappeared In lightning’s flash, slashed in...