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Category: Love

How To Read a Book: An Advanced Theory

For that pompous sounding title I decline to offer abject explanations. I’ve talked before about my trail of delight theory – I believe that truth and beauty and goodness have a taste, mentally speaking, and that when you read for delight you learn that taste and it leads you from one book to the next. The result is not only that after a while you have read a number of good books, but also that you’ve cultivated a greater critical facility, love for truth, reading skills, and so on. Partly… Read more How To Read a Book: An Advanced Theory

On The Feast of the Protection of the Theotokos

My head I raise, my soul I raise from dreams of silent, purple pine put down my feet on this cold world and laugh and say, “My Love is mine.” My Love is mine in autumn hours when scarlet befriends eternity My Love will be the hall of mirrors where Beauty consents at last to me My Love has been the stalwart house lit up with gifts, to which I fled when gray corruption seized and gave my childhood to the pursuing dead. Inside are prayers in small brown bags… Read more On The Feast of the Protection of the Theotokos

To Him

My beauty I will lock away; my eager longing out of sight; behind a star-small window lay what used to stand watch night by night when lately, slowly, evening came and dread like mist arose that I should no more find my name within the space your lips enclose. Few and silent tears will drain what grief I fail thus to contain. It is too long this time, my dear, to suffer much sustained suspense: My laugh will ring, my eye be clear, my gladness be our bond’s defense; and… Read more To Him