by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | BE, PA, PO, VE
A Wan Jesus Levitating on His Cross “a poet of melancholy and shadows, of a fragile and intensely personal Catholicism, and of the springtime of love” ~ Edmund White on Paul Verlaine Petite the pieces and emotions, shades And tones—the minor mode prevailing—verse For...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | DI, FR, NI
“One Soul in Bodies Twain” and Diaghilev’s “one in private life” The ocean of men’s friendships spreads too vast For those who think about it to presume To use taxonomies which tend to cast One sinkered net across love’s waves and spume, One flaring circle that...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AE, BE, CO, ES, PR
The Presentation in the Temple by Giovanni Bellini, Fondazione Querini Stampalia The Presentation in the Temple, Giovanni Bellini, Wikipedia Formality presents itself in lines, And shapes and curves, in balance, dark and light, In glowing surfaces while...
by phillipw | Sep 25, 2019 | AT, MA
Good Works The man two doors along is more a man Than I am. That’s according to clichés. Those normal things I can’t do right, he can. The simplest manual travail dismays Me. He just does it. He has more of bulk Than my slight body does. He has the form,...
by phillipw | Sep 25, 2019 | BE, DE
He The way he makes us feel is like the vaults In high cathedrals. High and higher still They rise within our hearts with all their faults Though far above us like a sacred grille He sets out forms for irises and souls. The complications of the stonework cry Out. ...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CR, GO
Slew Across the universe the only straight Component is the hasty one, the light God spoke, that first thing that obeyed the weight Of his commands. Jehovah found it slight, Though, boring—or it seems he did because He never made another item in...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CH, LO, MO, ST
The Lock of Hair Under my Pillow: The owl-land of dreams is your new kingdom Perhaps around the borderland of dreams Is where you are now. Painful daydreams rise Inside me when a lovely memory streams From pasts that you can never touch. Your eyes Are blanker...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | AD, DA, JO
Darwin, Sickness, and Venice My recollections made from you and of Our time together are too much like ghosts Of gondolas. They move in fogs of love And far too fast in haze between the posts On either side of grand canals. There black Gesticulations of the water...
