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Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale A mother nearly stumbles in beside The beds, each boy in misery of flu As if in torture chambers.  They have cried Themselves to whimpering sleep like kittens mew When dying.  Husband also mashed down, slammed In fever,...

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday Where poetry is from is far away Or cavern deep, or both, or just a girl Who passes on the sidewalk, hair a-sway, Or even one full man whose hair is curl, And curl and curl persuading in their black, As black as...

Oppositional Productivity

               Oppositional Productivity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Emotion is as difficult to free From poetry as cultures’ deepest faiths From superstition.  It will have its spree Inside...

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India   The pheasant came from Rome, the Normans, or From who knows where?  The feathers of its coat Say they were from an Indian king, and ore From Rajasthan. Cock pheasants almost gloat With beauty from the golden copper of...

Not Religion but Death

                   Not Religion but Death At first church fame held up his lines to heights Near immortality.  Saint Paul’s robed Dean Had read “The Soldier” in the lectern rites Of Christ’s domed space before the altar screen. It seems that Brooke knew this. ...

Like Mystics

                           Like Mystics   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It isn’t strange that men draw us to God, That women, children, boys and girls require The heart to think divinity, not odd...