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Sabbath Evening Love Feast Becomes a Fresher Pentecost

Sabbath Evening Love Feast Becomes a Fresher Pentecost White peonies bloom: It seems no other blossoms Spread petals near them. ~ Kitchi [Englished by Phillip Whidden] “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” ~ John Keats This truth is higher than this April youth. He holds...

Enough

Enough Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  She does not have to fondle, stroke his hair. The thought of fingering it is like a touch. The thought alone brings miracles to bear In blood.  To brush him may...

Not the Daughter of Louhi

Not the Daughter of Louhi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The moral of the legend, of the tale Of Lemminkäinen comes through To minds refusing to be straight.  They sail Like Tuonela’s swan.  They swim...

“Phillip, I forgot.”

“I forgot, Phillip.” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I know what depth is.  You have taught me, whole. Your hair first taught me with its curls and black. Your depth dives deeper than the deepest hole....

Haunting

Haunting Do not darken white Blooms on the hedge with your light From paper lanterns. ~ Hōrō  [Englished by Phillip Whidden]   When artificial light is turned on, white Of tiny blossoms, white themselves in dark Of garden realm, retreats.  An almost blight From...

Duality as Unity

Duality as Unity The purity of peonies is marred In Japanese imagination . . . by Two brothers who opted to disregard The beauty lives had brought them.  Duty’s sly Demands for Emperor required them . . . to Commit twinned harikari after loss In battle.  Once the...

The Feed

The Feed The willow leans, bends Her darkening bosom over Anther of the bloom. ~ Basho [Englished by Phillip Whidden] We hesitate to think how many breasts Of women bent above his heart to take Him in below, how many begging chests With bobbling nipples then began to...

Undressed

Undressed [Two rhyming couplets are rule-breakingly offered at the end of this sonnet for you to choose from.  Why not tell me which one you prefer, please?] A u bloom* in hair As decoration; best For the Barrier. ~ Sora [Englished by Phillip Whidden] His wife sent me...