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His Monument
His Monument Si monumentum suum requiris, poesis sua lege. His monument his poetry; His words memorial enough To illustrate his life’s ideals And point the patterns of his mind. His passage through the fabric of […]
J. R. R. T
J. R. R. T Master of myth and ancient folklore; dream Maker; inspired begetter of fresh hopes; How much we owe you who, in your vast works, Breathed onto fossil thought and made it live!. One aspect of […]
Ma Vie
Ma Vie Je lis, je réflechis, j’écris Presque chaque jour et nuit; Car prose et poésie si chère Font maintenant ma carrière. My Life I read, consider and then write Almost every day and night; For prose and precious poetry […]
My Arrow
My Arrow Great Shakespeare and bright Keats – immortal pair Of bards, the purest poets ever known – The world’s bereft now that your skills have flown. When next will genius such as yours arise To scintillate […]
Alone
Alone ‘I stood and stand alone’. (Byron: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage) Alone I stand: Alone I think. My heart, worn by its constant load Of love and anger, pride and fear, Labours to do its best for me As I increase […]
G. M. Hopkins
G. M. Hopkins. (1844 – 1889) Ah!. Secret singer in your self-wrought cage Of mystical constraints, who only sang When nobody could hear your instressed song. Your heart broke young to know of beauty moiled, Soiled […]
Agony and Ecstasy
Agony and Ecstasy Each poem that I write Is forced from me By agony or ecstasy!. Not day nor night Makes any difference To tortured sense; For, when compulsion comes to me, I cannot fight The agony, the ecstasy!. Who’s no true poet may Not pay this fee […]
Ode for John Keats
Ode for John Keats i. I heard your Nightingale today, broadcast Over the radio, and felt again That sympathy With your romantic mood Of melancholic loss That always floods my senses through The exquisite emotions roused […]
Abplanalpine Songs
Abplanalpine Songs (For Heidi) Let the rare rainbow of your singing arc Above ambition’s turbulent cascades, As from Lochmatt’s green Abplanalpine slopes Of forested seclusion your songs flow To fill lush valleys with […]
Incubus
Incubus Upon my back all day, all night, he clings Immovable as fabled Sindbad’s Old Man of the Sea; arms strangle-gripped around My neck, legs locked about my loins. He goads Me on to write whether I wish or no; Torments […]