by phillipw | Mar 5, 2021 | CO, EN, RU, TO
Not Far from Dremeford Though painted by the sunset, streams have no Awareness of the western sea. The graves Beneath the castle have no knowledge, though They face towards the dawn. Aflame like naves At Easter, children’s eyes compete with glass In sunward...
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2020 | CH, FU, JU, MA, MO, RO, RU
Death Sneers Silently at Services We sing to dead ones. That is how we pray. We sing the hymns and requiems. We chant The kaddish and the words of fate. We sway In robes the living wear. The pious rant Which sounds more beautiful than death, unless The timbre is of...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | CH, RE, RU
The Russian Orthodox Cathedral in Deepening Twilight with Shining Bells in Dark Recesses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A golden cross, liturgical in bright Elaboration stands against a lead Blue sky....
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2020 | EN, RU
The Onion Dome in Western London, Weather, and the Orthodoxy of Entropy Subdued by rain and twilight and the gray Of sky, the blue shape holds its own, unchanged Despite these dull vicissitudes. The way It holds its gilded stars up high, arranged In formal pattern so...
by phillipw | Feb 13, 2020 | OR, RU
Fired Clay, Ardent Metal The Russian dome looms up in blue and gold, The sacred onion shape in gold and blue, A Golden Section shape with thoughts as old As God perhaps or Archimedes’ true Reflections, dome with tiles more blue than skies Of Greece in August,...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | RU
A Sacred Lurch .. I often pass a dome of holy blue With golden stars, a prayer-hands, tulip form With many-pointed stars. To give this view, A narrow church stands firm. A cherry storm Of pink blows up from down below. (A sight I spied not...
