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Because Their Matter Is Not Consummate

Because Their Matter Is Not Consummate “Perfection wrought of love and pain” ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson—lover of Arthur Hallam In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto XXXIX • Line 11 “Love one another with a pure heart fervently.  See that ye love one another.” “Already the words are...

Bluest Sky

Bluest Sky “by meer playing go to heaven” ~Henry Vaughan We played beside Canaveral’s shore, the two Of us, he strong and beautiful as men Can be, and me a silly boy, a stretch Too far that sunshine afternoon, and then We strained to life beyond the gilded sand And...

The Pheasant’s Scratched Face

The Pheasant’s Scratched Face Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The pheasant scratches At its beautiful male face With its spurs, spurs, spurs. ~ Kikaku [Englished by Phillip Whidden A writer says the...

Lovely Colored as Lucifer Before His Fall

Lovely Colored as Lucifer Before His Fall Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The pheasant, once a copper reptile, now A Buddha bird, encompasses the world. His beauty has a past of slaughter’s brow, Blood’s...