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Out of the Many, One Creed

Out of the Many, One Creed  Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A thousand hilltops And neon’s autumnal leaves, One transparent brook.                                   ~ Shiki (Englished by Phillip Whidden)...

Buirdly

                       Buirdly Pitlochry was the nexus of the soul, Religions’ soul, when Stephenson was young. He might have been a Hindu in his role Of savant.  There he spoke with seer’s tongue Upon the village street.  He saw a man Mistreating his puir dog and...

The Poetry of the Triune God

The Poetry of the Triune God: a Cord of Three Strands   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem             “from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.” tttttt Eternal gyres together one times three. The...

Ultraviolet Poetry

     Ultraviolet Poetry   True poetry tries not to be a phrase Or meaning, but a color God forgot To make, a tint of blue perhaps, a phase   https://images.app.goo.gl/wA9L2aQmRaqN9KgU9   Of orange, that purple punctured Jesus sought When vinegar in sponge was forced...

Grotesqueries

        Grotesqueries   Military Cross given to Siegfried Sassoon for his “conspicuous gallantry during a raid on the enemy’s trenches.”   Imagining the worst might happen, Brooke Writes out a letter to his mother who Is gung ho for the war.  His fears unhook...

I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . .

     I Saw Boys Playing Cricket . . . . . . in white upon a cricket ground today In Oxfordshire as if long centuries passed And made no difference.  There I saw the sway Of bat.  Tradition in a woollen cast, A cast, though supple as the hips and thighs Contained in...