Poets: John Skelton
Returning from our long holiday, we come back, not to the twentieth or even seventeenth century, but to the fifteenth and a poet of renown whose reputation faded quickly but who is nonetheless...
View ArticleNothing-At-All
The shouting voices are calling out But we cannot hear what they are shouting about; Their voice but a beast’s; a guttural scream (And this their voice had thus ever been;) “A shock,” he said, “When...
View ArticleDisgrace Of Want
“Do you want me?” He asked; “Yes,” she replied, “But I don’t need you.” Want, the word of velleity Means much less than we suppose For they tell me love is free Who would want it? No-one knows; Some...
View ArticleLa Mordida
The bite! Do you not feel its sting? Do you not bleed as I bleed Is any man not in need Where that dragon is on the wing? It bites its own tail they say And though blood still will flow Neither head...
View ArticleVan Ryn
An ode. Sometimes Job does not get his due but sometimes solace is his instead — Some say choosing he chose not true but they like he are alas now dead; Where are they who dispute such now of who...
View ArticlePoets: G K Chesterton
For my part, I was never exposed to the poetry of GK Chesterton when reading about him or his most prominent works (Orthodoxy, The Everlasting Man, various fiction works, etc) but was exposed to it...
View ArticleEvangelismos
WHEN the Lord spoke to she who was without sin his rede to the temple came gently in that master of voice, that Seraphim Gabriel was he, no mouth of tin Who told Moses how it did begin; Greeted her,...
View ArticleLazarus
The love of many had already grown cold In ageless fear they stoke the flame And no one knew to call its name Wondering when the new was old For iron does not age like gold; To those asleep they think...
View ArticlePoets: George Herbert
George Herbert (1593 – 1633) was an Anglican priest, lutenist and poet, known chiefly for a single volume of poetry called “The Temple” (pub. 1633) – a massive collection arranged, as it were into a...
View ArticleThe Offering Of The West
APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH, the poet said; Hope that out of winter’s waste would grow Something unbroken, something less dead O! The sky is full of pictures here In some what we are, we well know In...
View ArticleThe Author’s Song
I found the book I wished to read Had never been written, how strange I know what you are thinking, indeed I myself at first thought the same; “surely”, said I, “I thus must need” “To search better,...
View ArticleCerberus
“I am Time, the destroyer of worlds — A great red fish, shiftless and old Many I’ve eaten, their number untold Into one history all of it melds; Forgetfulness reigns, the rule of the dead Fly silently...
View ArticleIslam Is A Progressive Weapon
With the recent attack on an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester, England, the question of why Islamic terror is being permitted in the West has once again been seriously raised. Objections aside,...
View ArticlePoets: Borges
Jorge Luis Borges was an Argentine poet of the 20th century. Born in 1899, he lived through most of the major events of the 20th century; having died in 1986, he would only have missed the fall of the...
View ArticleThe Bridge Of Stars
The stars await us, yet their bridge unseen Those languid orbs, and pins still pale in night The upworlds hang about them new and green But dismal science chased them from our sight; So shall a rich...
View ArticleThe Genius Of Wind
Have we believed in our own hype — And run ahead to the edge of things To overtake nothingness in flight On nothing but air beneath our wings What if they should prove false, Daedalus What then will...
View ArticlePoets: Alexander Pope
[Note to readers: additional Saturday features will also be appearing, which may mean multiple posts on a Saturday. Don’t be alarmed — this is normal! Thanks to additional contributions we’ll be...
View ArticleWhat The Retiree Said
THOSE WHO are but waiting to die– Who hang as birds on the wire Waiting for history to expire– Have they stopped to consider why Come again day and season and year Come again forest; come again fire...
View ArticleMiri’s Song
WE ALL at some time must come here I stand at the edge of the dusty pier; We are pierced with sorrow at the end I do not know what word I would send; If a word I could send out to you Wherever it is...
View ArticlePoets: Robinson Jeffers
Returning again to the “modern” era, we have the American poet Robinson Jeffers, born in the 19th century & living well into the 20th. It should come as little surprise that Jeffers was the son of...
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