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Sunlit Waterfalls
Sunlit Waterfalls “Here lies one whose name was writ in water”. [Epitaph: tomb of John Keats atRome]. Though water seems an unsubstantial thing Having no shape that may be called its own, (Unlike some monument of carven stone), […]
Poetry and Music
Poetry and Music “If music and sweet poetry agree As they must needs, the sister and the brother”, Then in our poems music should be found, And in our music should be poetry. The one is inextricably enwound Within the very being of the […]
Composition
Composition Composition (from: A Theory for Art, xix) When I compose my poetry I sense, Within myself, a feeling of unrest: A quiet, self-sustaining turbulence… Control of what I think and write becomes A shared experience – another brain Seems to be integrated with my own And […]
Xanadu
Xanadu (History and Myth) Xanadu, exotic name, Drawing its hypnotic fame From a Coleridge dream-shot fit, (Stirred by Polo’s rare report Of rich Kublai Khan’s resort), Through a drug-induced remit. Xanadu – or Great X’ian – Was the […]
Reason and Imagination
Reason and Imagination (Non Sequitur?) I like sound reason. (Just imagine it!). Cool logic, commonsense and practical Utility, dealing in factual Objective phenomena!. Ag’in’ it Set subjective, anarchistic feeling Leaping from lairs in dark subconsciousness, (Where untamed […]
Elixirs of Love and Hope
Elixirs of Love and Hope Elixirs of love and hope flood the dreams of youth, Promising fulfilment’s scope through some strange new truth Energised by mystic power that is meant to pass […]
Immortality
Immortality The shining certainties of youth Lead straight towards ambitions’ goals; Quick learning lights the ways to truth And glories glow from ardent souls. The solid strengths of middle-age, Exerting skills where hopes aspire, Enforce success or help assuage Brief pangs of yet-unslaked desire. The frailties of […]
Dreams
Dreams (Adapted from: A Theory for Art, stanza vi) Dreams may seem fragile eggshells, lying spurned In crowded farmyards’ trampling unconcerns, But over life’s worst hazards they prevail Since, while we dream, fresh triumphs cannot fail. Dreams are […]
Morning
Morning (Adapted from: Natural Memories, stanza iv) Often I have smelled The clinging, oily redolence Of clammy, tangy tall pines; Rare floral fragrances inhaled And breathed the odours which arose Whan morning mists from shadowed lakes Ascended to […]
Embellishing the Facts
Embellishing the Facts (Xenography) From Hami (China), so newspapers say, A mighty whirlwind – like invisible Great hand! – snatched thirteen children from their school And, with a strength quite irresistible, Transported them […]