by phillipw | May 23, 2020 | EL, MA, PR, QU, SE
H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...
by phillipw | May 21, 2020 | BR, LU, MA
Luther Resurrected and Improved He looks a bit like Luther must have looked When he was young, his mouth a little sad, His nose, though cute and certainly not hooked, Considerably turned up and just a tad Too short and narrow to transpose to Seriousness of ordered,...
by phillipw | May 21, 2020 | BR, CO, MA, RA, SY
Musical Rightness in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room The space between his eyebrows is so wide It might contain nine symphonies, and all The works of Mozart, or the whole deep tide Of oceans that we label music. Tall Conceptions captured in long swelling bars...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | BE, BR, EA, MA, RA, WA
Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved. Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse. The hair Is lovely,...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | BA, FR, JE, MA
Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant comme Moi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The newer teacher didn’t know me long Before he asked, “You are a tetchy friend, Aren’t you?” Mais oui, I think that it is wrong...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | EG, MA
If Egos are Our Masks If egos are our masks and they are made By languages and laws and systems we Don’t understand until a scholar’s weighed In genealogically so we see The heterogeneity which blinds Us, and explains the complicated mess, Then we are like unto drug...
