15 October 2010
Vol. 10, No. 3
prose poem
As death is the wages of sin it is due to me; as death is the end of sickness it belongs to me; and though so disobedient a servant as I may be afraid to die, yet to so merciful a master as thou I cannot be afraid to come; and therefore into thy hands, O my God, I commend my spirit…
13 October 2010
Vol. 10, No. 3
prose poem
My God, my God, is this one of thy ways of drawing light out of darkness, to make him for whom this bell tolls, now in this dimness of his sight, to become a superintendent, an overseer, a bishop, to as many as hear his voice in this bell, and to give us a confirmation in this action?
11 October 2010
Vol. 10, No. 3
prose poem
Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.
3 July 2010
Vol. 10, No. 1
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
5 January 2010
Vol. 7, No. 4
rhyme
Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
26 October 2009
Vol. 9, No. 3
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
21 October 2009
Vol. 9, No. 3
Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fellows all,
How well pleasant it were your liberty!
Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall.
But they that sometime liked my company:
Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl.
1 June 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last,
And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree:
The hearts of these are glad, but mine is very sad,
For my love is parted from me.
1 May 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
rhyme
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
15 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
translation
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you.
14 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
translation
again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers…
13 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate—
And pass, escaped—to thee!
23 December 2008
Vol. 8, No. 4
rhyme
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
8 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
rhyme, sonnet
Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman.
7 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
rhyme, sonnet
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs …
12 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
sonnet, rhyme
Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint
Purification in the Old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
11 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
sonnet, rhyme
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
8 May 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
rhyme
They get a forked stick to bear him down
And clap the dogs and take him to the town,
And bait him all the day with many dogs,
And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.
He runs along and bites at all he meets:
They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.
24 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
rhyme
Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill;
Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes:
No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,
Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,
Nor the cropp'd grasses shoot another head.
But when the fields are still,
And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,
And only the white sheep are sometimes seen
Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch'd green;
Come Shepherd, and again begin the quest.
23 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
rhyme
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
15 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
translation
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
14 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
rhyme
We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.
13 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
sonnet, rhyme
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
1 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
'O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
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