by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | AE, BE, ES, MA
The Right Register: Ecclesiastes and the Sub-continental Indian Christian at Choral Evensong, St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | LO, RO
Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat. A woman wakes. Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorlesss. Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, ST
The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, CR, MA, ST
He Never Came to Travel in the Coach Past Regal Fields with Me ‘A chain was provided to bind him to the stake, and after it had tightly encircled him, fire was put to the fuel, and the flames began soon to ascend. Then were the glorious sentiments of the martyr made...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CA, LE, NI
Commencement: May Day At last, the miracle comes round again: Bright blossoms, leaves are born along the bough And May Poles rise—while no one thinks of pain; Commencement, so long striven for, is now! Commencement comes, a miracle for one Among the caps and...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | DE
The Late Leveller If you can live when others all around You die off suddenly or slowly, you Can have the final chuckle. You are bound To have the winning horse’s point of view. Remember that sex bomb stunner whose height Made you a laughingstock and whom you...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2019 | LO
October 8, 1999 “ ‘ Come,’ I said to him. ‘It is time to go now, away from all this and to where we can be alone.’ I was trembling. How many times had I dreamed of this moment. And get it had come so quickly, and there were so many questions I should...
by phillipw | Oct 4, 2019 | LO
The Sun Rose Once Beside Our Farther Coast “And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the...
