Love is Empty, Friendship Dead

Love is Empty, Friendship Dead

Love is Empty, Friendship Dead Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Pierrot, a macaroon! I cannot live without a macaroon!” The puppets, dressed in satin, purply, ruffs, And skirts of apple green, cerise...

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings The English language in the farther west Can be as harsh as sneering Ambrose Bierce Or roaring Robinson Jeffers.  The zest Appears in Marquis’s tomcat Bill, fierce Beside Mehitabel and Archie.  Calm Was English in...

Wandering in Warriston Cemetery

Wandering in Warriston Cemetery “Smith contracted diphtheria in November 1866 and, although he seemed to have recovered by Christmas, was then struck down by typhus. He died at home on 5 January 1867 at the very beginning of his thirty-seventh year, and was buried in...

Embracing Dooms for His Regret

Embracing Dooms for His Regret The peonies’ white petals fallen on The garden ground instruct these two To part.  The period for their love has gone. Just one of them attempts a passage through The muted condemnation of the flowers. The other turns his face away and...

“Orpheus with his lute made trees”

“Orpheus with his lute made trees” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem For Philippe Entremont What use is music lacking fingers, strings, And tremolo, the purity of voice Of flute in Grieg’s concerto,...

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...

A Seal Upon my Heart

A Seal Upon my Heart Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My lingering rose, the lightish purple one, Has failed to open. It is still a bud In late November. Though the autumn sun Indulges it, the rose will...

Pigs Would Fly if Their Sties Were Noble

Pigs Would Fly if Their Sties Were Noble Poor Socrates.  He thought that if the young Were wrapped in images of beauty, they Would take good in and then could climb each rung Of rightness.  Lovelinesses would convey Them up and straight to healthiness of soul. Their...

Reading his Story to the Class

Reading his Story to the Class He’s big and fat and ugly like his dad, Presumably, and much the same at heart, I’d wager, though, thank God, I’ve never had The pleasure.  Quite as pleasant as a fart Released across the students, this boy stinks The period up with...

My Innocent Niece and Flattering, Phoney Educationists

My Innocent Niece and Flattering,             Phoney Educationists When kids are taught that they are geniuses At this or that, while, frankly, they are duff At it, we turn them in keeniuses— Until they flop. Then we require hot stuff Developed long ago:  it’s common...