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Crushed Wings of Longing

   Crushed Wings of Longing Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “Some say he was around sixty-three years old when he met his death” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets Much longer than the greatest poet I Have lived.  We have no notion...

Lyric Greece: a Sonnet Sequence Part Two

Lyric Greece: a Sonnet Sequence Part Two  Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem      Daedalus and Icarus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem...

Lyric Greece: a Sonnet Sequence Part One

      Lyric Greece:  a Sonnet Sequence                                                                   Part One  Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse The first reader of “Lyric Greece” (a scientist, novelist, and poet) said he was...

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale One Harold Bloom says modern verse began In 1890—or about then.  That Is what one venerating friend claims.  Can That be?  Only an academic prat Could be so arrogant and blinkered.  I Say modern verse began at least as far Back...

The Climax

             The Climax “To be philosophical, then, is to be vigilant – sôphron – about one’s erotic mania.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ A manly mindfulness is not enough. You have to think as hard as marble cut To temple pillars carved with grooves...

The Central Singularity

  The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows.  No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...

Smooth Contours are the Best

 Smooth Contours are the Best Smooth contours are the best things in the world, The universe in fact.  Who wants the straight When you can have the circular, the curled, The bent and curved?  That box would be a crate (The Taj Mahal) without its graceful domes. If...

Protean Love Predicted

     Protean Love Predicted A figure from Chagall, I am a curve Of color and of focus, feather-like In shape and sometimes clear.  You see a swerve That points us upward.  I am weather like A water spout above Aegean blue, Above your depths and waves struck through by...