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On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .

          On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .  The one he loved the most was Charles Lascelles. We have to take Brooke’s word for it that he Was beautiful.  As Rugby tower bells Rang out the hours, a passion rhymed with glee Pumped hard inside the future poet, hard...

Etched Joys, Wretched Joys

           Etched Joys, Wretched Joys “Rugby is full of dreary ghosts of dead hopes and remembered joys” ~ Rupert Brooke Lascelles was more than just another love For Rupert. Charles was Rupert’s first love, more Like God’s own “Fiat lux” while high above The chaos of...

Charles Lascelles Remembered

        Charles Lascelles Remembered Imagine that an English boy loved you The most of all — and everyone thought he Was gorgeous…even straight men took the view That he was stunning.  Reckon that a scree Of years goes tumbling by and both are gone, Both...

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses For Adam Meister and Suyash Singh His hand was heart.  His heart was hand.  The hand Was heart and more.  This hand was soul and mind. He learned that there are more than Sabbaths, bland And filled with trifling things like...