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...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | HE, LI
Young and Doomed Why have a nightmare when, already, you Are caught in one? He lies alone in bed, Itself sufficient bad dream stuff to skew This scene away from others here. His head Especially looks threatened with his black Hair trapped in dead dark shadow,...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | DA, JO, SI
Yawn No messages (or meaninglessly brief Ones) make romantic oceans dry to salt. The tree that first proclaimed a heart-shaped leaf Withers. The swift-hoofed race comes to a halt, The red stallion stumbling, breaking a leg. The killing isn’t murder,...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | BE, SA, ST
St. George’s Chapel, Windsor— The Hallowed in the Holy of Holies Perfection is permitted in the Quire Beyond the nave within the chapel of The Queen, but this is not because the fire From anthems flames up from a godly love In splendid lines of singing and of...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | PH, PL, PO
Corydon and Pastorell: The Poets Paint their Pictures of Unsmelly Shepherds Daydreaming on Perfect Hillsides of Unsmelly Shepherdesses and Tending Unsmelly Sheep Your lies are what we do not want, he said To poets. Plato said imitation Of real things ain’t enough...
