by phillipw | Dec 18, 2019 | LO, RO
A sonnet found hanging from an Ilex, and inscribed “The Baron Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò to Viola, Duchess Tolemaico” Translated by Phillip Whidden for CRS Leave-taking A tree fell in the forest of my heart But made numb silence...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2019 | LO, RO
Nearly in November About a year has passed The autumn comes Again as surely as it would if we Had never met The death of leaves benumbs The trees and yet becomes Effacingly They do become a fire of leaves no...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AB, LO
Tacit [rewritten] The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they ..Retreat. A lover wakes—and he is gone. So ends a love—and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorless. Its light, ..As clear as pain, is...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | LO, RO
The Blonde Queen We love the way that light approaches love On skin, on shoulder, chest, or nostril, on A lower lip protruding just above The cleft of chin. When darkness is withdrawn, So glowing softness, like a god concealed, Emerges, as the sword of...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | CR, LO, RO
Cremation Our future ashes will well symbolize The waste heap we have made of myths we shared; And yet, though cinders say that flames have flared, Our past doomed heat—with all which that implies. Our embers will be cold, and represent The...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . For Eternity If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas, since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed intimations of that tongueless void, Negating it repeatedly with lust....
