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Dido and Aeneas

             Dido and Aeneas The Queen of Carthage sings that “he is gone” In white-smoke pain.  Purcell gives smoke-white tongue To those who lose their men.  She acts as pawn; He swells her aching throat and tortured lung With passions of the flames that fill her,...

True Love

             True Love                 For Charles Randall Stanfield   “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats True love is the appreciation of True beauty like a perfect idea, Ideals transparent as jewels above...

Near Enough

Near Enough He’s almost beautiful, his shoulders big Enough, but not remarkable, his nose A handsome size, his hair thick as a wig Some balding man might buy, and in repose His face is solemn, not some pretty thing. The upper eyelids are as dark in tone As if...