The Encyclopedia Sonnetica

Consoling Thought

    Consoling Thought Forget the soul.  Inhabitants of you And me are actually our blood and bones, The bones that make our blood and strength, the true Red blood that bathes our brains and carries moans From it to lung and throat.  Our hidden parts Are our essential...

Angles, not Angels

Angles, not Angels The pope is coming to Britain on a “state” visit soon. As you probably already know, the Venerable Bede wrote, in the oldest ever history of England, an anecdote about when Pope Gregory the Great saw English people for sale in the slave...

British Library Numbers

British Library Numbers   He looks like somebody’s nephew-in-law, Not any closer to you or yours than That, yet with darkness round the eyes as raw As black eyes on an angel who began In twelve-foundational Heaven but falls now Through wounded space towards Dante’s...