Jove, Sestina, Pound.

Nick B Steves is correct Pound works best in "the brilliance that springs from disciplined constraint." Here is another one. The Golden Sestina In the bright season when He, most high Jove, From welkin reaching down his glorying hand, Decks the Great Mother and her changing face, Clothing her not with scarlet skeins and gold … Continue reading Jove, Sestina, Pound.

Sunday Sonnet.

Five Whatever moisture nourishes the Rose, The Rose of the World in laughter's garden-bed Where Souls of men on faith secure are fed And spirits immortal keep their pleasure-close. Whatever moisture nourishes the Rose, The burning Rose of the world, for me the same To-day for mc the spring without a name Content or Grace … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet.

Sunday Sonnet

Late this Sunday...with an appropriate photo. Four The Winter Moon has such a quiet car ; That all the winter nights are dumb with rest. She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star Because the nights are silent do not wake But there shall tremble through the … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

As if the outside made the inside good.

This woman abjured the artifice of her age and spoke plain. As such, her poem still speaks, with the wit of her age and truth beyond it An Apology For Her Poetry I language want to dress my fancies in, The hair's uncurled, the garment's loose and thin. Had they but silver lace to make … Continue reading As if the outside made the inside good.

Sunday Sonnet

The Latin tag in this sonnet means 'your light is my way'. Belloc was Catholic, after all, in an era when the mass was in Latin, and most educated people could read it. Three Rise up and do begin the day's adorning ; The Summer dark is but the dawn of day. The last of … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday sonnet.

I have published all those by Donne. But there are others who wrote, and who should be shared. Hilare Belloc was a revanchist, a Catholic polemicist, a walker, and a wit. He is not as direct as the puritan poet we have been following. But this is good. Lift up your hearts in Gumber, laugh … Continue reading Sunday sonnet.

Are poems dangerous?

Are poems dangerous? It appears that if they threaten the ikons of the left they are. It is perfectly reasonable to have pictures of decapitation of the current president or portray him as Caesar in Shakespeare in the park, but writing a poem can apparently be felonious. Given social media has many threats about many … Continue reading Are poems dangerous?

Tommy, Kipling and Vega.

Suzanne Vega gets this right. The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door He said, "I am not fighting for you any more" The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before And slowly she let him inside. He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill And I've wondered who's the woman … Continue reading Tommy, Kipling and Vega.

For the particular.

The error of the globalist is that he rejects what is true and beautiful in front of him while worshipping an effete ideal. Better to remember what you have, and not bring in that which is not yours. For diversity and proximity leads to conflict, if not war. If the participants in a culture do … Continue reading For the particular.

Sunday Holy Sonnet

Seventeen Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her Scule early into heaven ravished, Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett. Here the admyring her my mind did whett To seeke thee God; so streames do shew their head; But … Continue reading Sunday Holy Sonnet