by phillipw | Oct 1, 2019 | LU, SE
Admission When Lucifer kneels down upon the earth His knee is heavy with that might, the length Arched downward in his thigh. Its muscled girth There bends. A fullness sexual in strength And weight extends itself beside a shape Created for his...
by phillipw | Sep 30, 2019 | AN, CU, FA, LU
God’s Love An angel sought to be like God, better Than Him. This Lucifer was hurtled down. He wanted only to break the fetter Of abject devotion. A fiery gown Enveloped him. He wears it still. It’s Hell. Eve tasted fruit. The curses came like snake...
by phillipw | Sep 30, 2019 | A, FA
Bereft I like his armpit hair. It shows, a dark Assertion, that the angel is a full, Male entity. This exclamation mark Beneath his shoulder gives the eye a pull Towards blackness and deep masculinity. Contrasting with it are the pinions white Against his back. ...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | JO
Severn and Tennyson as Memorialists Let us now praise famous friends. We begin With Joseph Severn, brushing time away With immortality in John Keats’ chin As poetry lay dying. In the sway ……………. John Keats on his deathbed Of brush the...
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.”...
