by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | RE
Saint Ouen Illustrated below “One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we’ve developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God[,] they believe in nothing. The truth is much...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | GR, RA, WO
The Young Soldier with a “Whimsical Stammer” “Good-bye to all music for ever,” wrote The poet, Siegfried. This was how his friend, His fellow officer and friend, caused throat In Siegfried, Heldentenor-like, to bend Towards tears because of the piano played By...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | CH
Like a Qilin’s Feathers The childishness of Chinese girls and boys Is lighter than their hair or eyes, as light As silk in poems, lighter than their toys Like kites uplifted by a breeze, their flight On April gusts. The Chinese children’s dreams...
by phillipw | Jan 16, 2023 | CO, DE
Yet Enough A sonnet is not much in little but Enough in little. Cosmic, no, yet small Is how the universe began. A hut With kings’ and shepherds’ rhymes involves a sprawl. The form explodes inside itself, its shell The force of...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2023 | CH
The Pink-cloud Morning These branches first saw April air before They saw the buds and cherry blossoms. Bare They looked upon March winds which barks ignore. Inside of those wrapped hard is pink aware Of promise and fulfilment. Later years Will show them...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2023 | AR, BL, MO
Unlike Us Who Shrivel Separately The morning glories Brandish side by side and then They wither, wither. ~ Hokushi (Englished by Phillip Whidden) It is as if the vines and tendrils grow Because some God thinks He has made...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2023 | CA, LO
After the Regicide The cats scream out soprano, tenor love And desperate alto love beneath. They know A deeper meaning, one of passion, shove And claws we humans have forgotten. So Intense their hatred which they wrap up in Their wooing that we feel...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2023 | MO, RE
By the Stone Path The morning glories do not have to pray Or chant a sutra in a scarlet voice In sunlight, do not even need a sway From breezes. They are holiness, no choice Or sacred regimen, the sort that monks Or nuns indulge required. Blooms’...
