The ancient pink pill.
The advice for young women, here in a poem, should not have changed. Let you be beautiful. Let you be as innocent as a dove. But be guarded. Or wily as a snake. For there are snakes on two legs, and you can marry well once. So nail that landing. To the Young Gentlewomen BEWARE, […] Read More
Two Sunday Sonnets for Christmas Eve.
Most of the Christmas Poems you find are bad. Mawkish. Sentimental. These are not.  Annunciation Salvation to all that will is nigh; That All, which always is all everywhere, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lie In […] Read More
Donne is a Pimp.
The quote is from a wonderful essay around teaching poetry at high school. I have never read Herbert. And I have never, before thought that Donne was a pimp. Perhaps he would have challenged any who said so to him. I was less encouraged when only a couple of kids liked George Herbert. After our […] Read More
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 […] Read More
Sunday Holy Sonnett
Mick does not send me many emails, but when he does it is worth following them up. He recommended this site, and in doing so says something about all of us who blog about faith. We are struggling with the journey. Part of this “bog” is my autobiography. Joshua Liebman in his “Peace of mind,” […] Read More