Poetry Friday

FISHING ON THE SUSQUEHANNA IN JULY I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure–if it is a pleasure– of fishing on the Susquehanna. I am more likely to be found in a quiet […]

Poetry Friday

THE ARMY OF TRUTH Words? Those sounds the world despises.       Words in poems? Even more to be disdained! Ah, how feeble are your powers       to defend all the truth that man denies! Thunder crack and lightning flash       at its presence! Hosts of angels should come swooping down from heaven to the rescue       far and wide […]

Poetry Friday

A LOVE SONG What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— […]

Poetry Friday

ON SNOW A Riddle From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin. No lady alive can show such a skin. I’m bright as an angel, and light as a feather, But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together. Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear, Yet many poor creatures I help […]

Poetry Friday

QUIETLY Lying here quietly beside you, My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs, The calm music of Boccherini Washing over us in the quiet, As the sun leaves the housetops and goes Out over the Pacific, quiet— So quiet the sun moves beyond us, So quiet as the sun always goes, So quiet, our bodies, […]

Poetry Friday

FINAL SOLILOQUY OF THE INTERIOR PARAMOUR Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing: […]