by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | LO, RI, VE
La Danse Interminable Et vous, les loups maigres ~ Romances sans paroles, Verlaine The moon is closed inside a copper shell, A casing of your manufacture, lad. Although my destiny’s a minor hell Compared to others’ sufferings, it’s sad Enough for me. The landscape...
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | LO, RI
L’Amour: The Sonnet Rimbaud Would Have Written If He Had Demon Possessed Paul Verlaine It’s less than breaths of shadows from a ghost. It’s farther than the farthest seashore of The most remote black planet. It’s the most Sought after of the hopes of women. Love....
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2020 | LO, RO
There are two versions of this sonnet below. The gender of the lover is male in one and female in the other. Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | LO
Two Symbols Two symbols could not be much more unlike Each other, one of softness in an arc, The other of right angles, death and spike, The rainbow—sweetness—and the cross, like shark Its style The bending bow that Rimbaud thought Of on the ferry...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | LO
Utter Her words came down as if they fell from scars Across the moon. She had not meant to hurt, Which only made it worse. As cold as Mars Her sentence entered me. It was the dirt Beneath Antarctic ice. It wasn’t that The words were toneless,...
by phillipw | Jan 9, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’ 2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold...
