Feb 16, 2015 | Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2
“Who of us can dwell with the consuming fire? Who of us can dwell with everlasting burning?” -Isaiah 33:14 He is deafening sound and burning light and this sinner’s eyes cannot bear the load; I have feared His wrath and now dread delight for who can...
Aug 16, 2014 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Moss Kingdom, Sonnet
“It is the failing of a certain literature to believe that life is tragic because it is wretched. Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is its whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would be almost easy to live.” “Beauty is...
Aug 11, 2014 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away,...
Jul 4, 2014 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows...
Jun 15, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Seasons, Sonnet, Spring
Walking one spring morning I weighed the cherry blossoms all brimming with new, full with such impossible hues that every petal, every blade, was like a schoolgirl at her promenade adorned for but an hour or two in reds or purples, pinks and blues before it’s...
Apr 22, 2012 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Nothing is so beautiful as spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy...
