Of all with whom I shared a common sky
none told this truth with more persuasive art
on those high themes whose burden makes us men
than one who spoke in dialogues from limbo.
Far voyager in the realm of disenchantment,
cartographer of countries of the mind,
late messenger from the golden age of Hellas,
ironic dreamer, skeptic saint, glad seer:
Tag: poems
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March 22, 2016 Richard Moore
Oswald Spengler
He said that mathematics was an art
and won my heart;
that cultures die; the sign of death, a Caesar—
O, what a teaser!—and once they’re dead, stay dead. No one’s at home
in Ancient Rome,
that took grand Greece with it. And how divine a
pattern for China? (more…) -
My tarot deck rotates and coils in an onanist mitt and spills,
Dead men’s business cards, loser’s lottery tickets,
Un-redeemable pawn shop stubs for
Hearts and minds and souls,
Toe tags and thumb smudged nudes, traitor’s fingerprints
And cigarette cards for the hundred greatest
Cancer killed poets.
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February 15, 2016 Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Poems of Love & Spring
El/Ella
“. . . the dance of Him and Her seeking and losing each other throughout infinity . . .” — Miguel Serrano
Always is a long time. Even so I
Can promise you that I will love you for
All of it — every second of it. (more…) -
off to supermarket
fetch bread and wine
some morsel
any morsel
bit of freedom
bit of bread
ethnic food aisle
matzos
halal meats
dates (more…) -
January 21, 2016 Cornel Adam Lengyel
A Lookout’s Letter
I
All summer long the lookout in his tower
scans the huge green wilderness around him (more…) -
January 11, 2016 Leo Yankevich
Sunday Morning
We stand and watch, faith almost wavering,
hunger looking out of childish eyes,
daddy so tall, holding the frightened thing,
head on the block just as the hatchet flies,
falling . . . fallen by the empty pen,
taking the longest count, as red wings rise,
free at last, and we are saved again. -
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We Must No Longer Wait For Heroes
There’s a certain school of thought that says that
Now that we’ve embraced diversity, we
Cannot be rid of it, no, no matter what
A hellish mistake it’s turned out to be
We must put up with it, endure it, take
It as a given for the rest of all
Eternity, or at least — for the sake
Of accuracy — until we shall fall,
Like all civilizations fall. (more…) -
3,063 words
Nobel Prize-winning poet and novelist Rudyard Kipling was born on this day in 1865. For an introduction to his life and works, see the following articles on this site.
- William Pierce, “Rudyard Kipling: The White Man’s Poet” (French translation here)
- Andrew Hamilton, “Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The Burden of Jerusalem’“
- Margot Metroland, “The Conundrum of the Kipling: Rudyard Kipling, 1865–1936“
- William Solniger, “The White Man’s Burden, 2013“
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The wind is blowing through the blighted birch.
Its wormy leaves all toss with gay abandon.
Father, you planted it the year Alf Landon
fought for the good old days. I watch it lurch
beside your hillhouse, where you let me perch,
and still the parlor-pinks and liberals land in
the Government, the moon, this field I stand in;
the rights of man scream from each Negro church. (more…)