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Stonehenge
Stonehenge (After Arbar Low by Doris Corti) Pictured, the Stones seem hugely redolent Of some portentous, cosmic consciousness. First met, their insignificance appals A mind anticipating grandeur’s awe. Grouped, age-runed, in the shallow open bowl Of their […]
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 […]
Futurity
Futurity As ghosts from the past may guide us hereafter, Memories may shape what yet is to be. As parental traits have predestined children, Dreams have foreshadowed futurity. As sleep is the gate to daily awakening, Death is the door to eternity.
To God the Glory
To God the Glory “To God the glory!” says the lofty spire: A finger of admonishment that points To Heaven above Salisbury. Our eyes Are forced upwards and for a moment – brief And calm – our hearts acknowledge Deity As supervisor of all that […]
The Reason Why
The Reason Why (There Was No Better Way Than This) Why was I born? That’s an odd question to a man About to die!. But since you ask, I’ll answer you. The […]
Illusions?
Illusions? Some nights, from out the dark, I seem to see Dim flicker-lights of stars behind thin mists Which veil them from my focussed sight. Is this because I think they’re there, and so permit my brain To turn my thought into apparent fact?. Or is peripheral night-vision more acute?. […]
The Last Supper
The Last Supper (After: Salvador Dali) He sits at table, with his back towards The open gable-end, through which are seen The fading pastels of an evening sky. His acolytes, before him and beside, Ponder the mystery that he declares: “This bread and wine are flesh and […]
St Anthony
St Anthony (After: SalvadorDali) Such terrible hallucinations came to haunt The holy anchorite, in his hot desert cell, He thought that he was going mad from loneliness. Voluptuous houris danced before his eyes, both day And night, lasciviously luring him to […]
In Due Good Time
In Due Good Time This life of ours has much of grief and woe: How it will end we none of us can know; And that is just as well for us, since we Have quite enough of present misery!. […]
Glendalough
Glendalough Amid such savage grandeur, (lying hard beneath Stern, steeping hangars which reflect upon the cool And placid surface of these peat-dark lakes in pale Translucent greens and rusty browns), close-bounded by Waterfalls and streams pouring […]