by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | GO, JO, KE
The Hard Truth The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us. He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this genius...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | JO, KE
John Keats ‘the last lineal descendent of Apollo’ ~ Arthur Hallam The inmost soul of poetry is Keats. Its spirit is derived from locks of hair And curls about his temples. Muse’s seats In heaven rock with wonder and despair When goddesses consider...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | AD, DA, JO
Darwin, Sickness, and Venice My recollections made from you and of Our time together are too much like ghosts Of gondolas. They move in fogs of love And far too fast in haze between the posts On either side of grand canals. There black Gesticulations of the water...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | DA, JO, SI
Yawn No messages (or meaninglessly brief Ones) make romantic oceans dry to salt. The tree that first proclaimed a heart-shaped leaf Withers. The swift-hoofed race comes to a halt, The red stallion stumbling, breaking a leg. The killing isn’t murder,...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | JO
…..Johnny Lantz II …………………………………….tenor.com He lies there, stupidly, while trying not To fall asleep, with glossy earphones at His neck as if he’s hoping that some hot,...
