by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | FR, RE, SA
Brother Shun Who got St. Francis of Assisi’s clothes, Those ones he shed in nakedness before The bishop? How could anyone dispose Of solemn beauty in that scene? Who wore Them after that self-abnegation made Of silklessness and stripped down young male skin And...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | BL, PH
No Volcanoes of Bleak Lava Anywhere No single thing pours darkness into space, Not one. All bodies give off heat or light, Or store, absorb them, never spray a mace Of blackness whether they are specks in flight Around a nucleus or clustered group Of galaxies around...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AD
Ady, Endre Ermindszent’s Parnassian Poet in Paris The light falls down athwart his hair in gloss And splay of lyric brilliance. Yes cascades. These streaks of glory are tight heaven’s loss, The loss celestial heights’ desires. Shine fades But only...