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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 [...] A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds [...] 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 [...] A CROSSTOWN BREEZE A drift of wind when August wheeled brought back to mind an alfalfa field where green windrows bleached down to hay while storm clouds rose and rolled our way. With lighthearted strain in our pastoral agon we raced the rain with baler and wagon, driving each other to hold the turn out [...] IN GENERAL This is about no rain in particular, just any rain, rain sounding on the roof, any roof, slate or wood, tin or clay or thatch, any rain among any trees, rain in soft, soundless accumulation, gathering rather than falling on the fir of juniper and cedar, on a lace-community of cobwebs, rain clicking [...] NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful [...] View Larger Map This has been a bad week for me in a lot of ways … but thankfully, I have a woman who adores me (even if she is 800 miles away), and generally have decent health and can get out and ride my bikes. Not a great day on the bike today, but [...] SOLSTICE On the first full day of summer the sun is up the sky as far as it will get and now it will head south to warm the Antipodes, where today it rains and gales blow up from the Antarctic. Here it is summer already, the lawn mowed, garden weeded and nostalgia for summers [...] THE SNOW-STORM ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, [...] |
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