by phillipw | Jul 6, 2022 | CR, SP, TR
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...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2022 | AR, FA
Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves The voice of autumn yet unheard is still, But soon a breeze will turn, become a wind, Become a storm. October spreads a chill, A silence almost sound, or singing thinned By yellow in the leaves of aspens, beech And maples to the...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
Dayspring The morning moon is setting. It is still And not. The light is light and fading but Not fading. Dawn is hovering in the chill Of lunar death that is not death. Life is cut From death as if a sliver of a far Lost moon, though cryogenic in...
by phillipw | Jun 18, 2022 | PO
Shakespeare’s Ancestors “his feeling is that poetry is expressions of ‘moments of vision’.” ~ R. H. Blyth on Sōgi We think that poets must have Persians through Their blood. Persepolis and pillars high, Though broken in those measured meters true Too...
by phillipw | Jun 14, 2022 | AR, LE, LU, PA, RI, RO, VE
Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois Verlaine’s emotions are too distant, far Removed and cleft from violets of verse He filled French veins with, each line a devoir Of sorrow, since his feelings were as terse As AK-47 rounds. His lines Were written out like blade...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2022 | DE, DY, MO
Sleeping On top, a pale, thin blanket, gray; below A plain white sheet, and next a pink, strong pink And white-striped nightie, then the scratched up dough Of old-age flesh, no use to try to prink Her up with wig or Positano clothes She...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2022 | DE, DY, MO
At Last “The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world” ~ Edgar Allan Poe Although her hair has not been tinted or Recolored, it has lavender inside It, peeking out toward death’s wide...
by phillipw | May 30, 2022 | AR, HE, HU, PH, PR
Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets. His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...
