by phillipw | May 11, 2024 | Uncategorized
Climbing to the Chapterhouse in that Measureless Thing We Call Years Lost Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The steps lead upward in a staircase worn Away by centuries, worn by priests in shoes From times...
by phillipw | May 10, 2024 | IN, ME
Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness The poet Merwin thinks about the whim That language uses us. He doesn’t say That this is just a playful notion. Slim That whimsy, though of course it’s fun to play With half-time silliness. Yet then the game Is quite another...
by phillipw | May 10, 2024 | LI, RE
I Don’t Believe the Doctrine that Readers, not the Authors, Finish a Book Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Occasionally another reader made Red marks inside the margins by some lines Of poetry as if an...