by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | MI
All Depends on Angle That moment feared, when beauty’s going past, Winks out at her. Thin silver backing on The shallow glass predicts slow motion blast Of wrinkles and of sag. It shows the dawn Of desiccation and of droop. Her man (The darling) hasn’t...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | FR
Patriotism and Pals .. Francis Bacon, author of two .. early English essays on friendship, …………………..played a major legal role …………in the trial of his...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | TU
Tulips An ordinary darkness covers them. It’s just the night. And they . . . they are only Tulips. It’s not like death has dragged her hem Across them. Why not let them be lonely In their detachment from the light? But no, I have to take my...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | SE
Principalities and Powers Jaws open in the night and fluids pass From mouth to mouth. The spit is tame enough, But who will reckon up that power, that mass Of mystery and feral stench—the stuff Of semen? Sacrilege invades the throat Because a god of tails and...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | CE, GR, PE
Père Lachaise: Four Sonnets in a Sequence– A Visit to the Tomb of Frédéric Chopin; A Visit to the Tomb of Oscar Wilde; A Visit to the Tomb Abelard and Heloïse; A Message from the Grave of Jim Morrison A Visit to the Tomb of Frédéric Chopin Perhaps the worst...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Ein Besuch in München: [A Visit to Munich: Karl und Oberrheinisch [Karl and Oberrheinisch Your eyes have power like the holy ones That shine so wet and wide as England’s saint Attacks the writhing dragon, calmly runs The lance through that reptilian...
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2019 | LO, RO
A sonnet found hanging from an Ilex, and inscribed “The Baron Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò to Viola, Duchess Tolemaico” Translated by Phillip Whidden for CRS Leave-taking A tree fell in the forest of my heart But made numb silence...
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2019 | KI
The Memory of Your Mouth The memory of your mouth still makes a wound Where lips now hollow once were crushed with lust. Your tongue and teeth that savaged like a hound Have left a scar-like gap and taste of rust Where feral kisses set their mark and had Their...
