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The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion

The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion A prince was just a swimming boy once (Though destined for the polo course), but still A little lad like others . . . and no dunce About controlling nannies.  He was shrill In his refusal to be bossed around There on...

H.R.H. Prince Philip

    H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...

The Power of Poetry

    The Power of Poetry “Lysander spared Athens from destruction, moved by the beauty of the chorus in Electra.”  ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, p. 416 A single chorus sung saved Athens from Lysander’s havoc.  “Level Athens,” urged A Theban officer.  “Let it...

H.R.H. Prince Philip

    H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...