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Sacred Incenses

            Sacred Incenses The fragrance of the orange groves comes down From paradise, whatever God you know. A Christ, Ganesha—or an Allah frown . . . Yes, even that—must carry with it glow Of perfect redolence from heaven.  White Perfection flows out from the...

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...

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Christians have it that our lives are ways Of pilgrimage to take us on to where Souls yearn to be. We stumble through a maze Art of JR...

Siddhartha

                Siddhartha “and things stable by unceasing mutations” ~ Thomas Taylor, 1792 The glacier is ever changing, still And not still, frozen, flowing, fixed and not, Yes, like Jehovah’s unperplexing will, And whitened like a purpose not forgot. Crevasses...

Lingering Puzzles

         Lingering Puzzles .. We puzzle out the meaning of meshed lines. We tease out riddles, reading like a sleuth. The Druids hid by keeping sacred signs Unwritten in a code that held their truth Inviolate.  The spoken-only breath Of teachings, once the voices that...

Art Critics Speak

               Art Critics Speak As if we might be able to forget What Freud has foisted on us, artist Hirst Thrusts serpents and his monsters full of threat Up front and most are thick with penis thirst As anything that mental patients might Purvey.  The female...