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Crippled Poets

          Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

The Climax

             The Climax “To be philosophical, then, is to be vigilant – sôphron – about one’s erotic mania.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ A manly mindfulness is not enough. You have to think as hard as marble cut To temple pillars carved with grooves...

Protean Love Predicted

     Protean Love Predicted A figure from Chagall, I am a curve Of color and of focus, feather-like In shape and sometimes clear.  You see a swerve That points us upward.  I am weather like A water spout above Aegean blue, Above your depths and waves struck through by...

Talleyrand and duc di Biron

[The following sonnet may offend some readers.  Do not read it if you think you may be offended.] Talleyrand and duc di Biron These two engaged in a competition With long dead Baron Byron–the French lords T and Duc de Biron .  The ambition Was for them to strike...

July 14, 1790

                 July 14, 1790 The rain slopped on le Champ de Mars so hard It was as if the air had disappeared. For this great morn the bishop gave up card- And dicing-table addiction.  Revered By no one as a priest, lame Talleyrand Approached the Mass in front of...