by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | GO, JO, KE
The Hard Truth The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us. He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this genius...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | JO, KE
John Keats ‘the last lineal descendent of Apollo’ ~ Arthur Hallam The inmost soul of poetry is Keats. Its spirit is derived from locks of hair And curls about his temples. Muse’s seats In heaven rock with wonder and despair When goddesses consider...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | BR, KE
Black Flightless Widow “I have not got over it and I never shall.” ~ Fanny Brawne He died and then the girl Fanny soon Keats on his deathbed Fell ill. Her spirit’s heart contrived to take Its toll upon her flesh. A black cocoon...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | PO
Archeology of the Mind— “I have looked upon the face of Agamemnon” “Keats knew that if he wanted his poems to travel further into the world, embracing more of its miseries as well as its pleasures, he must make himself a more ‘naturally’ knowledgeable writer.”...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | AC
Unsettled When we are nine, we do not know the stars. They play on silver screens but in our minds These images are sexless as guitars. For children life has still to raise the blinds On Vivien and Scarlett. Kids can’t guess That actresses in movies...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | LO, MA
Testosterone “live long life in little space” ~ John Keats To live long life in little space, to live And love within the boundaries allowed Are manly limitations. We forgive The universe, in fact are scarlet proud To...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | MA
Unity in Adversity “live long life in little space” ~ John Keats To live long life in little space, to live And love within the boundaries allowed Are manly limitations. We forgive The universe, in fact are scarlet proud To fill the challenge with adrenaline...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | BE
Startled He had the look of seraphs in distress, The look of angels tortured not in hell But trapped in heaven trying to suppress His soul. His solemn beauty might compel Even divinity to free him from His wingless sentence, though maybe a god Can’t...
