Robert Mezey

He raised hell and broke windows, and even worse” A rash, unruly, haughty aristocrat. If so, so what? He wrote the first blank verse And some of our first sonnets. And if that Were not enough to put us in his debt Deeply and forever, he gave us more. He saw to it that we should not forget His . . . . Continue Reading »

Sun’s bliss, leaf shadows, a honeyed breeze” The world as he would have it be for you, Your faithful, humble, and obedient servant, One who has no other goddess before you. The Name, the Guest, the Beloved are all one, And he, vouchsafed that vision once, bows down before you. The . . . . Continue Reading »