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Damned Quixote

               Damned Quixote Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When William Blake went mad, it was his soul That drove him to it.  It was far too straight, As straight as light, unerring in its goal When...

I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . .

     I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . . . . . in white upon a cricket ground today In Oxfordshire as if long centuries passed And made no difference.  There I saw the sway Of bat.  Tradition in a woollen cast, A cast, though supple as the hips and thighs Contained in...

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus Daydreaming Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could shape the first man, I would make Him cobalt blue,  his eyes a Viking blue, His nose a righteous Grecian one to shake...

Creation

                            Creation Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The universe that wasn’t . . . just . . . got . . . bored. It yawned and burped out big time.  From the yawn And belch...