Three Caskets of Dreams

Three Caskets of Dreams

    Three Caskets of Dreams  “Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.” ~ The Merchant of Venice The mind stores every memory at least Three times.  You do not have to speculate. You know exactly why.  Collapsed and creased Deep down in brain...

James and Thomas, Ordinary, Homely Names

James and Thomas, Ordinary, Homely Names Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That which travels Clouds itself.  ~ Lorca, “Running,” (Corriente) The pilgrimage to Santiago or To Canterbury tries to clear the...

Gargoyles

Gargoyles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The gargoyles were created to display Some truth and not to ward off evil things. Perhaps grotesques were fashioned to betray The evils of the Church, the...

The Prime and Ultimate Composition

The Prime and Ultimate Composition That moment comes when music turns to bliss, No, something stretched beyond that, more like space That heaven strains to make, the stars’ abyss Of height and depth where angel ranks abase Themselves and also rise up singing,...

“By the Word of the Lord Were the Heavens Made”

“By the Word of the Lord Were the Heavens Made” Far less than March’s breeze upon the flowers That have not sprouted yet, far less than weight Of sound in death, far lighter than the showers Of manna in the land of Sin, or hate Of Romeo for Juliet, a thought Goes...

Hesitating, Hesitating, Slowly, Slowly

Hesitating, Hesitating, Slowly, Slowly A tiny snail, this, One horn long, one much shorter . . . What troubles his heart?   ~ Buson Uncertainty is unattractive in A man but in the little creatures it Can be endearing like a lonely grin At twilight where the new...

Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn

          Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn     The flowers in whitest rows set forth their white Perfume beside the Great Rift Valley on The day that Christ was born.  A rose’s might Is all that they can muster in this dawn Of Kenya.  That is strong...

Free Will

                        Free Will Jehovah was the first to think of Free Will.  Maybe He pulled back from thinking then. This one divinity went on a spree Of  wide creation, making light and men, A trillion galaxies and globes, with no More cogitation.  Clearly he was...

The Wealth of Logic and of Knowledge

The Wealth of Logic and of Knowledge  For Brian who has a mathematical mind A wealthy heather robes the royal fields. That purple is presented wide and high On hills. They take the flowering as it wields Its majesty then upward to the sky As Thomas raised theology...

An Unsuitable Boy

    An Unsuitable Boy His arms are almost prominent in this Pic taken of him at Baringo.  They Are hairy but of course the gorgeous Miss Rejected him.  Their bedroom play Revealed his back was even hairier And that was more than she could bear. That hair on shoulders...

Yeah, Right

                       Yeah, Right “with God all things are possible” ~ Matthew 19:26   A semantics teacher begins his first lecture of the course with this introduction:  “In English grammar a double negative produces a positive.  In some languages a double negative...

It Takes One

               It Takes One Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Henry David Thoreau writes of Chaucer, “We are tempted to say that his genius was feminine, not masculine.  It was such feminineness,...

Dixieland Death in the Shenandoah

Dixieland Death in the Shenandoah I sleep each night with Charles in my bed. Not quite the whole of Charles’, but his hair Lies underneath my pillow near my head And not so near my heart.  A sad affair You might well think, and that is true, except A beauty lingers...

Saint Sebastian Sans the Sacred

Saint Sebastian Sans the Sacred Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Most memories cannot be kept close, not near, Not near enough to scar, unless the scar Is of a tribal kind gouged in by fear Appearing...

The Brief Gate into Ecstasy

     The Brief Gate into Ecstasy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He raised his hands and wrists to Christ and all The world was changed.  The evening worship paused As if no God existed.  I, like...

Wakes and Contrails

          Wakes and Contrails Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem                                                 Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. ~ Arthur Hugh Clough, “Where Lies...

Queen Mary Had Only a Tumor as her Phantom Pregnancy

Queen Mary Had Only a Tumor as her Phantom Pregnancy We all know what the phoenix is about. It glories in the flame like Dido burned Upon that throne.  That passion has a clout. It has its flame, it is the flame, flame turned Upon itself, flame causing us to die And...

Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy

Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Pope devised heroic couplets, they Were like the weapons of the day men walked With by their thighs.  Their rapiers’ display Was...

Heartwood Needing Treatment

Heartwood Needing Treatment Love feeding on itself will waste away No matter how enamored.  If it sucks Its Valentine-ish marrow, sickly gray Disease will follow.  Suffering deluxe Is suffering nonetheless.  If he or she Does not return the hungry love, the gloom Is...

“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...

Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur

Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Than he com on so faste that his felyship semed as blak as inde.” ~ Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur Let’s...

The Darkened Sea

        The Darkened Sea Imagine, then, that salt waves draw the soul Of hyacinths, their purple fragrance down, The fragrance of high lilacs from rock knoll, And cliff, and pathway of an island’s crown To blue Aegean stretches.  Purple falls To salt and blue.  The...

Psychotherapy Prognosis

   Psychotherapy Prognosis Your history can’t be cured.  It only goes To something like remission lacking hope. Your past remains.  Its presence, fungal, grows In X-rays probing memories.  You can cope If you are drugged enough with commonplace Forgetfulness and don’t...

Curly Top and Dimples

       Curly Top and Dimples Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You might want to watch this before reading this sonnet: Shirley Temple – On The Good Ship Lollipop.avi – YouTube I  never ...

Starving Phantoms Missing Thanksgiving

Starving Phantoms Missing Thanksgiving Ghosts love to gather in the kitchens where We want our memories to be.  The ghosts Are hungry.  Famished ghosts would love to snare Lorena’s apple pie, the smell of roasts, Aroma of her pie when bringing slice And whipped cream...

Mystics of Concord

            Mystics of Concord Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem New England thinkers mixed autumnal views With leaves from Homer, also Dante’s leaves. That blinded poet managed to suffuse The thoughts...

With Straight Gold Bars

    With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon square placed on spine of each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

To the King of Greece

    To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak.  It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble.  Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls.  Occasionally Our history gives...

Thucydides: “Because of the Human Thing”

                      Thucydides: Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem   “Because of the Human Thing” We forecast both the worst and best because The human thing is settled in the crux. Set there like...

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most “And the Lacedæmonians offer sacrifices to Love before they go to battle, thinking that safety and victory depend on the friendship and those who stand side by side in the battle array.  And the Cretans, in their line of battle,...

The Sacred Fire

      The Sacred Fire Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Thespians of Greece in ancient times Upheld the god of love, devout as saints Have ever been.  Deep lovers’ paradigms Are never quite as true...

The Night before Thermopylae—“The Hot Gates”

The Night before Thermopylae— “The Hot Gates” “Phaedrus’s praise for erôs (love) as a precondition for courage employs poetic quotations from poems that in fact state that wisdom is the true precondition, and that erotic passion without thoughtfulness leads to...

Pindar on Theoxenus

      Pindar on Theoxenus   The poet Pindar focuses on love Derived from burning rays from flashing eyes Of young Theoxenus.  They are above All others.  Love in any other guise Is dimness at its best.  The sun can melt The wax of bees, can sting it with its heat....

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...

Centuries and Utterness Separate Them

Centuries and Utterness Separate Them Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse Salonika, where Paul and Xerxes stood, Affords a long Aegean view across To Mount Olympus.  One took on his hood Of holiness and one took on a loss Staggering in...

Sonnets

                 Sonnets Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ……. A friend of Constable said Virgil’s sense He gained from culture drove him to presume That prime boys were “the...

String (Strung Out) Theory

String (Strung Out) Theory Stop!  Not so fast, guys! Einstein’s shocked white head Apparently opined not that the rate Of light was swiftest, but nowt could be sped Up quicker than light, could accelerate To be more fleet than it.  His crucial thought, That...

Inhalers

             Inhalers Created for Chuck one day before the anniversary of his birth. “When her doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw “the tree with the lights in it.” It was for this tree I searched through the...

The Second Great Discombobulation

The Second Great Discombobulation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Put on your robes. Ascension comes, is nigh. The final time of Judgment’s mighty power Is looming. Turn your eyes towards the sky....

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He raised his blue-veined wrists in notes to God The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The last Force was to come, bolts to the...

Dangerous Theophany

    Dangerous Theophany When Gods appear, we dare not look at them. We turn our heads and eyes.  We stare at ground Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem As robes go swirling by.  A holy sound Comes haunting,  muffled even.  It brings awe. If Gods have curly hair, it...

Lordosis

               Lordosis The gods “‘do not appear in all their fullness [enargeîs],’ Calasso writes.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 19 Jehovah shows his backside to the eye Of Moses in the fire and smoke and cloud. We wonder if that eye was sideways, sly,...

When Gods were Real 

     When Gods were Real  We used to meet divinity inside Our guts. Gods wrenched the bowels, or heart, or lungs With flushing presence, left our sternum dyed With holiness, and filled with praise numbed tongues. Direct, they haunted us in fire and smoke We breathed...

Moses, Saint Francis, Saint Teresa

Moses, Saint Francis, Saint Teresa  ….. Gods used to come. We felt a sudden gust. A moment came, somewhere, somehow, at dawn Or in the twilight. Daybreak caused a thrust Of deepest recognition, then withdrawn. A twilight apparition might remain A fraction longer...

The Larger Picture

           The Larger Picture At Oxford Artie took a First, then went To teach in Kenya. There he sat out on His little porch and taught us what is meant By dedication. His unruly lawn Was near the Great Rift Valley as he stretched Young minds in mathematics. One to...

The God of Gods

          The God of Gods The god of gods appeared on earth today. He settled on a springtime tree—a crown Of whitest pink and petals came straight down From heaven.  There they murmured silent whims Of glories that no mortal eye has seen. They chanted without sound...

For the Eternity Being

          For the Eternity Being One morning when they’d stayed up all night long While moving house, he stepped outside with one Last box of stuff, including hymn and song Books–and Dillard’s Pilgrim.  Dawn, just begun, Radiated through clear...

Theoxenos of Tenedos

     Theoxenos of Tenedos A happy legend sets his [Pindar’s] death in the theatre, in the arms of Theoxenos of Tenedos, for whom he had written a dazzling, unambiguously erotic encomium.[….] Pindar was eighty, dry kindling.  The flame of desire burst forth and...

Growing Up

 Growing Up Most teenagers are boring in the mind. The geniuses, those yet to be, as much As all the rest.      It is as if they’re blind To utterness unless it has a touch Of hormones in it.  Once I searched the old Card catalogue at Harvard and I found There Henry...