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A Poet's Magic Carpet
A Poet’s Magic Carpet? ( From: A Theory for Art [xix] ) The weft and warp of poetry are wove From sounds, alliteration, rhythmic beat, Harmony, pattern, feeling; these strong threads Are artfully combined by shuttle-thoughts, Flying incessantly between, and bound Into a comprehensive whole by knots […]
Relativity
Relativity Relativity As streetlamps like small thin dawns revealing Through first pink flush of insect-fluttered glow Their little worlds’ faint warm illuminings, Brightening the night with local radiance And spreading heat and light around themselves: Just so throughout the pathless universe there roll […]
The Lover's Complaint
The Lover’s Complaint The Lover’s Complaint Love is a caring, sharing sentiment!. I do not want some smooth-wrought words writ down To camouflage your lack of faith in me. I want to feel the actions of your love, The doing, (not the telling!), […]
Global Warfare
Global Warfare Global Warfare Day’s light battalions withdraw towards the West Surrendering each field and hill, reluctantly, Beneath the heavy-cavalry attacks which mark The front line of another battle in their war, (Which has no ending in recorded history), Against oppressive, ultimate obscurity. Descending […]
Sphinx
Sphinx (Adapted from: Œdipus) The happy day Was inauspicious at the start. (Often Good luck comes when we least expect!). So when, One morning, coming close toThebes– a guard Preventing him from going nearer – he Enquired the cause. It seems there was a vile Marauder, […]
Objective Opportunities
Objective Opportunities Unless we hold some object in our view To fix direction for our hopeful steps To personal fulfilment, we shall fail – Trapped in morasses of self-doubt, confused – To use our talents to their best extent. Some clear ambition, be it small […]
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 […]
Chaos
Chaos (After Chaos, by James Gleik, which asserts that chaos is not random but minutely structured and calculable) Chaos, (some say), is not what it’s been deemed For generations immemorial. Chaos has structure, (so […]
Homes for Illusions
Homes for Illusions How strangely specious our minds can be In their responses to reality. To hide from their own sensitivities To facts, they build complex delusions And shelter in such weird confusions As might protect their vulnerabilities; Although glass walls of subjectivity Can’t hide […]