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Paper Hearts
Today's the second month and fourteenth day of yet another year. When paper hearts are cut from folded pink and Love portrayed as a cartoon infant, blind and armed with darts to skewer Spring's first sons. Meanwhile pitchmen ply their wares: the 'forever' diamond ring...
Les Bijoux by Charles Baudelaire (translated by Jacques LeClercq)
Naked was my dark love, and, knowing my heart, Adorned in but her most sonorous gems, Their high pomp decked her with the conquering art Of Moorish slave girls crowned with diadems. Dancing for me with lively, mocking sound, This world of stone and metal, brittle and...
Thoughts in a Zoo by Countee Cullen
They in their cruel traps, and we in ours, Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours Commiserating each the other’s woe, To mitigate his own pain’s fiery glow. Man could but little proffer in exchange Save that his cages have a larger range. That lion with his...
Villanelle of the Temptress by James Joyce
Are you not weary of ardent ways, Lure of the fallen seraphim? Tell no more of enchanted days. Your eyes have set man’s heart ablaze And you have had your will of him. Are you not weary of ardent ways? Above the flame the smoke of praise Goes up from ocean rim to rim....
Talons Polished Brass
Sounds are metamorphed by fear, and trolls grind their teeth with the bones of a butchered hind. Such are the thoughts that will not let you sleep when silence paints the visions of the blind. The bravest have the coward souls of sheep huddled together against the...
Love is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;...
God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now...
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Sunken Gold by Eugene Lee-Hamilton
In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships; And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell, Lie nestled in the ocean-flower’s bell With love’s old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips; And round some wrought gold cup the sea-grass whips, And hides lost pearls,...
Youth Gone by Christina Rossetti
Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair,-- Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,-- I will...
Tiptoe Hope
A mother's delight and child's torment: all those gifts beneath the glittering tree. On Christmas Eve, a singular present, always the smallest, she'd let us tear free from its bright paper. The rest must remain secrets for one more sleep: still a promise that there is...
Incarnation by Rusten Harris
Exact imprint Unum Anno Domini Very God very man without blemish Perfect lamb Hypostatic union Homoousios Saint Nicolas A bruise upon the cheek of Arius Hard to believe Our desperate need Paradox Son of God Son of man Climax of covenant and plan Offspring of Eve...
Christmas Eve by Rusten Harris
There was a time when the world Like an arctic desert wasteland Frozen and forbidding Made no room For hopeful celebration Always winter never Christmas Hollow men filled themselves With a little dried tubers Or whatever they could find Thinking none to thank Praised...
Kings by Rusten Harris
"And he did what was evil in the sight of the lord" That common epitaph like a pall Hung over the memory of most The kings of Israel and Judah That country of schism with 'covenant, calling and charter' To be a light to the myriad of nations Grasping and feeling their...
Some Kind of Glory by Rusten Harris
Something about Christmas The thought of divinity entering The world as a babe Condescending to diaper changes Nursing from his mother's breast Unable to hold up his own head Becoming dependent Seems to elevate all of life And it's most mundane experiences To some...