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NO PLATONIC LOVE Tell me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchang’d for hearts; That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subt’lest parts; That two unbodied essences may kiss, And then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss. I was that silly thing that once [...] MY DOWNFALL My downfall: those pink articulate lips Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth Where soul dissolves … eyes darting Beneath black brows, snares for the heart, And the milk-white breasts, well shaped, The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers. To itemize thus — is this to cast dogs a bone? The poet’s pen — [...] LOW BAROMETER The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the blast. On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from [...] THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM – I’DA CALLED YOU WOODY, JOE I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance Rico said, “I’ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head This is the sound from Camden town.” And then I heard it like a shot through my skull to my [...] From I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC This is the female form; A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot; It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction! I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor— all falls aside but myself and it; Books, [...] PASSOVER “Art is what remains when the pot is broken.” —Chinese proverb I know we are bound to the earth, and the cracked heart, old terra cotta, surrenders to vine. Listen—I’ve seen wind stir the hair of the dead at Belsen, growing like art from the lacing grass; what is terrible, even, rises. The [...] Celebrate the first national Poem In Your Pocket Day! The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends on April 17. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out about it until well past half-way through the day … but still, in [...] MERCY RETURNS ME A woman I want — An honour I covet — A place where I want my mind to dwell — Then Mercy returns me To the triad And the crisis of the song. SWEET TIME How sweet time feels when it’s too late and you don’t have to follow her swinging [...] ISOLATION When your lips see my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing My heart home from its wandering. Then ere your lips have loosed their hold, I feel my heart’s heat growing cold, And my heart shivers and grows old. When your lips leave my lips, again I feel the old doubt and [...] |
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