Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Fanny Brawne, later Mrs. Lindon Avoiding ghost temptations to go through The curtain made of voile of silk between The living and the...

A Miracle that I Could Continue Playing

A Miracle that I Could Continue Playing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The only time I ever felt the power Of Bach was when I played “God’s Time is Best” That first time in an early evening hour, An...

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc A scarlet leaf, a yellow one, a gold Flame leaf, an orange one, these rages yield Enough to cause a fire.  These colors scold The other seasons since they failed to wield Such passion.  They held hot as summer sun And cool...

“The mind is its own place”

   “The mind is its own place”     ~ Paradise Lost, Book I, Lines 221-270, John Milton The mind creates its own space/time inside A rumpled space in skulls.  The gravity In that dimension grows as long and wide As heaven and hell to hold depravity Of atom bombs and...

Fragile

               Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “…very witty and intelligent and divinely beautiful….But, alas, very fragile.”  Siegfried Sassoon writing to Henry Festing-Jones...

Can Freedom Be a Creed?

       Can Freedom Be a Creed? So…never mind twinned paradox (yet not Just two-word oxymoron).  “Freedom ruled,” Is what the English peasant poet taught. This writer did not need his knowledge schooled. John Clare, he should have been called Clear. ...

Autumn and the Spanish Steps

          Autumn and the Spanish Steps   Though waiting for the wind so long, the leaves Know patience, or at least they know no dread. The autumn wind is patient, too, perceives Their stoicism wearing orange and red, October yellow even, brighter in Their bravery. ...

Godly Stones Crying Out

            Godly Stones Crying Out   “to let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness” Leviticus 16:10 The prophet’s tongue is loose.  It waggles, this Direction, that.  It solemnizes truth, Then censures it.  It gives Jehovah’s kiss But then his condemnation.  God...

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses For Adam Meister and Suyash Singh His hand was heart.  His heart was hand.  The hand Was heart and more.  This hand was soul and mind. He learned that there are more than Sabbaths, bland And filled with trifling things like...

Implacable

Implacable Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “The sea is as deepe in a calme as in a storme.” ~ John Donne, Sermons, Mundus Mari “If hypothetically Mount Everest were placed into the trench at this...

Sovereign Keats

               Sovereign Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm: That is the top of sovereignty. Hyperion II 203 To accept all With...

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists Not everything must be about the spiked Coronavirus.  Tell the media And they would laugh.  You see that they are dyked Up, blocked bowels.  Encyclopedia Materials imply ten thousand things That could be focused on instead, but,...

“A universe of sky and snow!”

“A universe of sky and snow!” Philosophy can’t clip an angel’s wings. At most it might pluck out one pinion white As purity in Jesus.  Thoreau sings, Denies that he and God were in a fight— I didn’t know we’d ever quarrelled— speaks The dying man.  He loved a...

Sheer Vanity

                 Sheer Vanity Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It isn’t just a little happy face, This flower, though fat and happy this one is. Because of gorgeousness and grinning grace, It glories in...

  Epiphany not Abruptness

        Epiphany not Abruptness A mamba crosses paths with you.  A shark Fin heaves to view in nearby waves.  A plague Ramps out across the world.  A winging lark Explodes from cover at your feet.  No vague, Uncertain certainty like fate explains The threat, the...

True Love

             True Love                 For Charles Randall Stanfield   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats...

Sing in Me, Rational Muse!

Sing in Me, Rational Muse! Plato’s “descriptions of poetic inspiration occur over a long period of time, ranging from his earliest works to his latest, and there is considerable uniformity in what he says.  Throughout P.’s work the mental state of the inspired poet is...

Stunned, Stung with Esthetic Tears

Stunned, Stung with Esthetic Tears “When it reaches Alexandria, poetry comes in out of the sun, retires to the library . . .  And so it [poetry] survives in a world where the vulgar tongue is not Greek.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 19 At Florida Technological...

Invisible Ivory Music

    Invisible Ivory Music   Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. ~ John Keats Herus Pamphilius claimed that Orpheus’s drifting soul, destined to be incarnated anew in some other physical form after he had died, elected to be born a swan so that he...

Crippled Poets

          Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

Treasures from the Wreck of the Unrecoverable

Treasures from the Wreck     of the Unrecoverable Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Athenaeus quotes more than ten thousand lines of verse in it, many not preserved or attested elsewhere.” ~ Michael...

Crippled Poets

        Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

The Music Historian

     The Music Historian “Johann Sebastian Bach: the Story of the Development of a Great Personality (1909), [was] rated by The Times as his most important book” ~ Wikipedia Nobility and grandeur at the height Of music, that is what the boy was taught By Wesley. ...

Psalm 130

               Psalm 130 From out of depths of sorrow came the sounds Of  Parry’s anthem (first of all) “In my Distress.”  The music came from deep chest wounds Und Bach and Luther.  Anguish reaches sky And heaven only when the music climbs From sources such as...

Virgins in Self-sacrificial Auto da Fé

Virgins in Self-sacrificial Auto da Fé Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem John Keats on his deathbed. ~Joseph Severn “His ‘magic’ does not take account of what cannot be known.”* His beauty does not care...

Banjul

Banjul…We Are Very Far Apart I’m at the margin of your universe. In fact, I’m banished past the boundaries of It, out in outer darkness. I am worse Than lines sans meaning, meter, rhyme or love, So far as your concerned. The galaxy That forms the center of your...

On Waves of Song

     On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tide On gentle coasts but feels as urgent as The tidal bore up Severn. Hope had died Until you spoke and now I feel like jazz Is jiving in my bones. The slowness came Because my heart was made of numbness, so My...

Secondhand Frank

           Secondhand Frank John handed me a jacket of the sort They call a fleece in England, made of mild Beige man-made fiber looking like a short And curly lambskin.  Then perhaps he smiled Though what that meant I would not know. I tried it on because it was a...

Johnson Beharry

Johnson Beharry Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “what is ideal in him is the beauty and freshness he embodies” ~ Jacob Burckhardt commenting on the ancient Greek hero...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The childhood cosmos that returns in dreams Is full of butter suns, smooth, yellow, bright. The light is not like melting candy creams...

Modern Improvements

Modern Improvements I find it faintly droll that Caesar had No clue about Napoleon and Hitler, that Augustus never knew how ultra bad That Mao and Josef Stalin were. How flat Those Caesars would have felt if only they Had known how pipsqueak they would seem compared...

The Aroma of Myrrh and the Beloved of John

The Aroma of Myrrh and the Beloved of John “Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.” ~ John 11:39 (KJV) “he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come...

Mellow Voiced like Perfection

Mellow Voiced like Perfection I remember well the first day that we Met.  It was Sabbath yellow, white and blue, A summer’s afternoon of sanctity Because of God—and then because of you, Your sister and your parents.  Hours of sun And brightness in the sky, a holy day...

The Hard Truth: Keats

     The Hard Truth: Keats 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...

Abandoned by All but Two: Joseph Severn & Immortality

Abandoned by All but Two:  Joseph Severn & Immortality The man who sailed to Italy with Keats Was chosen just because he was the one Available.  Deaf circumstance defeats Our friends.  Concerns about the family stun Some men who otherwise might offer us Their...

Firm Fluidity

            Firm Fluidity The sunlight wavers from the ripples down Below.  The surface of the fountain in The square beneath his deathbed cannot drown Keats’ poetry.  The wavelets’ discipline Had killed his writing earlier, before He saw their wavering refractions on...

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him . The lover holds carnelian between His thumb and finger (far too late to write More poetry), then palms it there to lean Against his lifeline.  If the stone is white Or red like blood that turns away from life Is well beyond God’s...

Unfinished Symphonies

     Unfinished Symphonies All lives are incomplete, not just the life Of Keats—or Emily in Amherst locked In circumstance.  Chance wields the palette knife And even genius finds its choices balked By limitations of the oil paints That fate provides.  The colors on...

The Final Leg of John Keats’ Journey to Death

The Final Leg of John Keats’ Journey to Death [John Keats, in case you didn’t know already, died of TB when he was very young.  In a desperate attempt to save his life, his friends subscribed money to send him to live in Italy. This ploy  failed and he died...

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...

The Entry into the City of English Poets

The Entry into the City of English Poets We see him heated, agitated, full Of passion as a poem fills a page, As stern as Christ with money changers; skull Not visible but there as if a rage Resents the hair and flesh and skin And mouth, the opening between the bones,...

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

March 1819

               March 1819 John strolls alone along spring’s English streets. He sees a kitten being tortured by A boy, a butcher’s boy, and fights and beats Him, thrashes him. Just over five feet high, John intervenes when others might have left The beef-slab bully to...

Josquin des Prez

          Josquin des Prez Polyphony of beauty and of voice Without obscuring instrumental sound Made churches of the Renaissance rejoice And made Josquin des Prez’s chansons bound From palaces to houses of the whores. But where is Josquin now?  He carved his name...

Poor Prince Ionathan

       Poor Prince Ionathan “and wept with one another, until David exceeded”                         — I Sam. 20:41 The frail leaf pages open to my touch; Another century opens to my eye. I wish the sentiments were just as much In favor now as they were...

Yeah? So What?

Yeah?  So What? “Every joy wants eternity/ Joys want profound eternity” ~  Friedrich Nietzsche, Also Sprach Zarathustra, The Second Dance-Song If every joy wants to be without An end, that’s sad, yes, sad like Skelton as The Clown.  The Clown can sweep around and...

Severn and Tennyson as Memorialists

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...

The Hard Truth

       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...

John Keats

          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...

Darwin, Sickness, and Venice

   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...

Yawn

               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,...

Johnny Lantz II

 …..Johnny Lantz II …………………………………….tenor.com He lies there, stupidly, while trying not To fall asleep, with glossy earphones at His neck as if he’s hoping that some hot,...