by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | IN
Coming Down from Heaven Grand spaces are supposed to make us feel The world is wonderful, like symphonies Presume to capture skies and make us kneel Before the universe. Large symmetries, Like Khufu’s pyramid, or Newton’s squared Principia, or like the...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | LO, VI
Meteorology, Mysticism, and Husbandry Because you were a rain that fell on long- Dried roots, resulting petals can’t forget, And since the point of vineyard flowers is strong- Intentioned harvest, you perhaps will let The lees of stirred up generosity...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | AD, DR, LO
Hoverdose Your dying in this moth-meandering way Just might destroy me more predictably Than if you pressed your earlobe (with a plea For ultimate commitment) to the stray And curly strands of sideburn by my ear, Then pulled a trigger at your other cheek...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | MA
Vin Blanc: Vintage 1971 Affection grows mature in hearts lined up Beside each other like strong casks of wine. The drink drawn off to fill some future cup Is savored not for sweetness when we dine On dishes which our memories have prepared But for the tonic of its...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | FR, KI, LO
On the Occasion of Edward II’s 700th Birthday—April 25,1984 On burning blue spring mornings such as this One, he would best have found his satisfactions In passionless ditch-digging with the bliss Of sun on neck and back,or, in actions Of sweat while making...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO, RO
Parting Your hair disturbs my heart, distressing me As much as ritual words a demon. Light Beatifies the strands and makes the sea In sunshine vague banality. The sight Of sea waves seems mere repetitious fact. Your hair recalls the hours of childhood...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO
Revelation No Scripture has authority like light On hair. Religion is an effigy Of burning love. Compared with you last night, Asleep in my embrace, philosophy Is just insomnia—and God a dream Contrasted with the memory of your lips Against my...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | GR
Six-legged Mammon The bee’s bright trove refracts, hones no rainbow. Midas’s cup is not a prism. Only one Greedy color comes from it. Strain, stain, glow– Wealth. That’s it. Maybe momentary fun Shines out, but mostly it’s just...
