by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | PH
Perhaps (Once Eons Go) Perhaps (once eons go) the universe Will disappear. At last a lingering glow Will fill the nothingness. It will immerse The vacuum in something like the flow Of honey waves that were my mother’s hair. Perhaps the endless...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | SH
Sonnets A friend of Constable said Virgil’s sense He gained from culture drove him to presume That prime boys were “the height of excellence.” This point was made in tones of sneering fume, As if bad smoke made in a third-rate pipe Had found its way...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | EN
Jerusalem His face is mild, as mild as Elgar chords Set down on paper, or a late June day In Gloucestershire, as mild as sleeping lords In Parliament. His young beard’s a display Of masculinity, or maybe just A statement of his academic bent. That’s more...