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Digging Shakespeare

I’d chosen English lit with the intentOf studying the writings of the Bard;But I was told he wasn’t relevant,And it was not to be—I took it hard.Intriguing tales he told of kings and queensWere so alive, so perfectly expressed.Appropriation though vents many spleens—These tales must . . . . Continue Reading »

Lullaby

Sleep, baby, sleep, at long last bornIn Bethlehem as once foretold,To parents recently forlorn,To all who yet may be consoled. Sleep, baby, sleep, and do not cryWhen shepherds from the fields appear,Just after angels in the skyHave sung that Christ the Lord is near. Sleep, baby, sleep, you need not . . . . Continue Reading »

Office Devotions

The internet may be a gift from God,As the Pope says, a utilityWe can manipulate but not see,Neither tangible nor abstract, an oddReality we can demonstrateBut not touch, invisible as spaceBut informing all around us. Like grace?Something we use but never really understand.At meetings now, before . . . . Continue Reading »

Briefly Noted

Meetings with Remarkable Manuscripts:  Twelve Journeys into the Medieval World by christopher de hamel penguin, 640 pages, $45 Illuminated manuscripts remain cultural touchstones of the Middle Ages, symbols of forgotten learning, mystery, and beauty. Unfortunately, they are often locked away in . . . . Continue Reading »

Melchior’s Wife

In truth, I was not born to royalty;My power came from pleasure and my smile.I used my supple body to beguileA bookish, awkward prince who spoiled meAnd I became “Great Lady.” Other wivesAnd concubines he kept convenientlyCould never breach the deep affinityBetween us, or the love that bound our . . . . Continue Reading »

Briefly Noted

The Best American Poetry 2018  edited by dana gioia scribner, 240 pages, $18.99 American poetry lost three greats last year: John ­Ashbery, ­Richard Wilbur, and ­Donald Hall. But it also welcomed A. R. ­Ammons’s “Finishing Up,” A. E. ­Stallings’s “Pencil,” and Anne . . . . Continue Reading »

Wasted Time

You’d think that after New Year’s boozy kisses,Back-slapping, and effusions in confetti,The last hors-d’oeuvres and passes at the Mrs.Beneath the hanging cardboard amoretti, Time would relax, agree to stay a while,Hang up his sandals, lay aside his shift,And sleep it off until the . . . . Continue Reading »

To an Unborn Child

Storm clouds move in and darken all the house,    The morning paper on the kitchen table dim,Where I’ve been reading some reporter’s grouse    At things already bad, now growing grim.    Most of the prodigies agree with him. I rise to light a lamp, and hear the . . . . Continue Reading »

Wretched, We Sail On

A shadow of sensation lies therein.The hungered truth is stumbling on the stairs.All pleasure which is measured is a sinand faith misplaced is made of wishful dares.We end up in the sea like all shipwrecks,all bounty in our broken holds are drowned,as memories prolific, fond of sexand drink and . . . . Continue Reading »

Ad-Venting

I need tidings of comfort and of joy;Please play me “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing.”I don’t like “Silent Night”; it’s like a dirge;“Sleep in Heavenly Peace”? Eternal rest.The Christmas carols that I like the bestAre those that have a child’s happy urgeTo raise the voice and spirit . . . . Continue Reading »

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