by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Infatuation: The Coloratura Cosmos Since you became my high-pitched sun, my world Describes its measured path through melody; The score of space is decorated, swirled By comets in orchestral harmony With spiral galaxies. The silent trees Break out with star-like...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Ein Besuch in München: [A Visit to Munich: Karl und Oberrheinisch [Karl and Oberrheinisch Your eyes have power like the holy ones That shine so wet and wide as England’s saint Attacks the writhing dragon, calmly runs The lance through that reptilian...
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 | RO, SU
Romance When I decide on suicide, I’ll eat The moon; no gassing of myself with hose Stretched from exhaust pipe to the driver’s seat (Through taped up window) so sleeping-pill nose Can snuff in all that carbon monoxide. I will not build a guillotine and...
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 When darkness is withdrawn, So glowing softness, like a god concealed, Emerges, as the sword of...
