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Irish Guards
Irish Guards (Coolmela) In countless ranks about my house — In uniforms of shadowed black Or sunlit green, or arid tones Of brittle brown — my tall guards stand. No eye can take in at one view All of their Companies formed up In ordered squares along […]
Phœnix
Phœnix Five hundred disappointments turn to ash; Five hundred sadnesses their embers add; And yet five hundred more bleak problems drop Their charred remains upon the reeking pyre Of life’s ambitions and frustrated dreams. The […]
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown Westwards, on winds of hope, I sail at last Towards my bright tomorrow’s hidden lands; As once Columbus and Magellan went To find their destinies in history. Columbus for the Indies set his course But found, instead, Southern America; […]
Delectation
Delectation (on The Charm of Poetry, a book by J.D. Bevington) This book is my delight, my joy!. I hope that when Old Age shall come And […]
Father and Son
Father and Son (for Colin) So, here I am – your father, son — Progenitor and heir, it’s true – My young soul in a body aged By time’s experiential force; A stranger in […]
John Keats
John Keats (On re-reading Keats’s To Autumn) [Alternative version of: On Re-reading Keats] Reading your works again, (my friend long dead), A pile of plangent words heaps in my head Till I’m replete with feelings strange and strong, My senses harvested by scything song. John Keats!. Autumn’s expressive […]
On Re-Reading Keats
On Re-Reading Keats Re-reading you, (my friend, though long since dead), I am suffused with feelings strange and strong; A flood – a whirl of words – pours through my head, My captured heart bursts into happy song!. […]
Swallows
Swallows ‘gathering swallows’… (John Keats: To Autumn) Could I now fly with them across wide seas – To lands where Winter’s dearths bring no alarms In climates lush with tropic luxuries; Or near Egyptian Sphinx inspire sweet balms Borne on warm zephyrs from rich isles of spice – I’ld consecrate […]
Language and Art
Language and Art (From: A Theory for Art) If language is employed without due care Or understanding of its latencies, It easily misleads the sense of those Who are unwary of its subtleties – Accreted over centuries – that cause Inaccurate interpretations or Complete […]
Harvest Time
Harvest Time “O for ten years, that I may overwhelm Myself in poesy; so may I do the deed That my own self has to itself decreed”. […]