I’ve been enjoying the works of poet Michael R. Burch. I found him at The Chained Muse, which publishes poems of classical bent that are usually true in temper, but… Read more The Muse Unchained: How Rhetorical Figures Aid Poetry →
Check out this Old English-style –Sea-Poem by Hilda Doolittle. I wouldn’t mind having some of these monumental phrases on my wall, would you?
Al Hamilton of Broadway fame So Mistress Cleo says Designed the college many blame For sanctioning our latest Prez. And why? Because the scheme creates A union, not of crowds but states.
Why have you given me bitter to drink? I always was nursed on sweet – Why have you poured contempt down my throat And only despite to eat? My hair disperses with every wind And disappears with my heat – My shoulders and hips are pressed out of joint by the bonds on my hands and feet –
bluesun wintersun/ waking poolsinbowl miroom/ birdsilence ah god
Your laughter is a rainbow shimmered bird It sits upon my shoulder when I am hard at work I turn to look but it has flown. Your lifetime is a… Read more Your Life →
Is there a consummation lit by awe reserved for me? Oh, when will I go up – up flames like steps of stone – I who never told my banal… Read more The Unuttered Poetry of Rose →