‘Bristlecone Longevity’ and Other Poetry by Phillip Whidden
Bristlecone Longevity The beauty of the tree is not how old, Indeed how ancient in its gnarling now, Not in...
Bristlecone Longevity The beauty of the tree is not how old, Indeed how ancient in its gnarling now, Not in...
Translator's Preliminary Note This is an original translation of a poem by Sappho (630-580 BC), traditionally known as the “old...
Heritage I like to say I’d an Egyptian father If that is too obscure for you, I’d rather Explain it...
Poet’s Note: I wrote this poem in the same metrical form as the song “America the Beautiful” (but without the...
Two Lives by Michael Maibach When soldiers die, They give two lives. The one they had, And the one denied....
Garden Waltz a terza rima sonnet in dactylic pentameter with a truncated foot at the end of each line Radishes...
The Lord’s Supper They’re gathered round, astonished, full of dread, round him who like a wise man must decide, and...
The Fall Revisited The implications of the fall are endless in their reach; that lowly serpent had such gall, Eve's...
It's first of sweaty, sweltering daybreaks of summer new. The fewer trailing steps of parting spring are still moist-fresh with...
While strolling around an illustrious lair, I was caught by a breeze of regret in the air, For gazing...
Born at Constantinople in 1762 of a French father and Greek mother, André Chénier grew up in pre-revolutionary France and studied...
03.27.18 A smattering of rain above a hall That holds her earthy fragments, broken, spent, A woman who, in life,...
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I may have borne them each, but it was you, Whose shoulders carried weight I never knew, You set...
Form Sonnet Turn the page and write again today Make something come out of an eager mind Make something in...
A short film by Gleb Zavlanov. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxnDmkKqaF4&feature=youtu.be Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more...
I Love This Life a rondeau I love this life in spite of all the trying times and every...
Curtain Up! Sunset and the robins sing, nightingales reply song that summer evenings bring, weeping willows sigh from lawns and from...
Canto 2 is part of a sequence of 33 Cantos called The English Cantos that James Sale is attempting to...
Wild Strawberry On summer strolls, I often find. Wild strawberry flowering in the wood, White leaf, gold bud, my cheerless...
I have not been to Medford, nor Milan; I have not seen a war, nor won the peace; I’ve risen...
Sometimes, when the light and the mists of the day _Settle holy and soft on the edge of the night,...
for Czesław Miłosz For a moment as brief and long as eternity he sees what the blind man sees in...
My Garden Lush, fresh-pruned verdure shades the cobbled path, It bursts with rich-hued blossoms strewn about Whence sweet aromas waft,...
The intricacies of script and figure are amazing. Kudos to the faithful who made contributions large or small. By far...
The Seabirds Seagulls, on the air they glide, Over the waves to the land; Soaring across the sky, so wide,...
Translation by David B. Gosselin If I from this darkened valley Where the gloomy vapors creep Might by some...
. . Boasted Viridian Said Viridian Green to Cerulean Blue, “The waves would be boring without me and you, The...
Song of Us Face to face, polite and careful, Tentative we were, and prayerful, Neither one of us would dare...
Napoleon in New Orleans So the sun of Austerlitz has set. I had many triumphs, but it’s the few...
Poet's Note: In this sonnet I'm paying tribute to the patriotic bikers who make their annual pilgrimage to Washington DC...
By James A. Tweedie Call me a snob but I am generally attracted to what is commonly referred to as...
Heritage as Hope I saw the cricket scene in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The...
All poems translated from Russian. The Rock A gold cloud rested the whole night Upon the breast of a huge...
Joy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The...
Bridge of Memories a symmetrelle in mixed syllabic meter A bridge built of memories spans the gap between future and...
The Archaeological Gardens at Giardini-Naxos 7 March 2018 The stones are overgrown with clover now, Drowned by daisies, fresh cape...
The pika climbs the snowless slopes in hope of finding cooler climes. A tailless kin to hares, he shelters under...
Tulip Tree in Bloom, January Every working day I pass a tulip tree on yellow grass and strain to...
The Fairies Danced The fairies danced and shone like diamonds on __The lake below. My pole across my knees;...
I was interested by the change of tone between the first two stanzas and the last three. In the first…
War is the result of man's sin. Liberals are anti-war but pro-sin.
Every nation that goes to war believes they're the good guy, no matter what evidence to the contrary exists. Maybe,…
That's the thing about corporations. They are venal and concerned about nothing except the economics. They will follow the mob…
Theresa, thank you so much for this deeply thoughtful reply and for the additional information. Again, I am so glad…
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