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Batter My Heart, Three-person’d God by John Donne

Batter My Heart, Three-person’d God by John Donne

Jun 7, 2014 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet

Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town to another due, Labor to...
Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants

Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants

Apr 24, 2014 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Sestina, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2

Some he bruises, some he bleeds, some he leaves son-less in a stranger’s land. Some spit curses, while others fear they’re damned. What man can sort the flowers from the weeds— can crack the husk to reap the treasured seeds? We only see through this...
Immortal Sails by Alfred Noyes

Immortal Sails by Alfred Noyes

Apr 20, 2014 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,     And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,     We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails. It is not time that makes...
Since There is No Escape by Sara Teasdale

Since There is No Escape by Sara Teasdale

Feb 12, 2014 | Aging, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds

Since there is no escape, since at the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no escape even for me Who love life with a love too sharp to bear: The scent of orchards...
A Firm Foundation of Unyielding Despair: reflections on a line of statues

A Firm Foundation of Unyielding Despair: reflections on a line of statues

Jan 4, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2

Somewhere outside the Grands Boulevard, I can’t remember where, there stands a line of stone-made sisters with breasts completely bare in that style that seemed so French to me, a tourist in Paris. Their thin marble arms would live on while all these beautiful...
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