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The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Remember, Remember Not

Remember, Remember Not Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pause. Think of all the beauty lost in time, The beauties are hidden in the loss of days We never think of, beauties lost by crime, Like...

Nude in the Gymnasium, Dressed in Modesty at Home

Nude in the Gymnasium, Dressed in Modesty at Home “For the ancients, poetry socialized people; for the moderns, it reflects or promotes alienation.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 10 The ancient poets, epic poets, taught Their boys to find the maleness meant for...

Rapping in Ancient Greece

Rapping in Ancient Greece If only rappers spoke in ancient Greek, We wouldn’t have abominable rhymes A mile a minute, everything too sleek And slick and sick, full of sexual crimes. If only rappers spoke an ancient tongue In which the notion of rhyme, rhyme, rhyme,...

Besides, I’m the Foreigner

[This is about one of the guards at the entrance to the Rare Books and Music Reading Room.]   Besides, I’m the Foreigner I like him for his gentle, almost sly Smile, nearly shy, but, no, not quite.  A smile That’s mostly in the lips but in the eye Is boosted on a face...

Somnolent Spirituality

          Somnolent Spirituality Schools closed at noon.  The libraries have stopped Their service early.  Government has shut Its doors.  The spiritual who can have lopped The hours they have to work to help with what Has been imposed on them by sacred word. They...