The Wrecked Ship
I am nothing but a wrecked ship Drowning in the middle of th' ocean; Slowly to the bottom I slip, Full of holes and with no —…
I am nothing but a wrecked ship Drowning in the middle of th' ocean; Slowly to the bottom I slip, Full of holes and with no —…
Bend an ear by the tomato pots, Beneath the loam and garden sward O’er bent by pumpkin’s leafing splayed, A rasping murmur from un-decay: “We are the…
Behind dark leaves, its velvet shines – hints, streaks. It stratifies night's margins, almost undefines the darkness, stealing without noise. Now tawny striae slip across trunks of…
Perched cardinals dress the cold woods like roses. A stag lays lifeless by the oak grove. His heart rests in my bloodstained hands. He will feed my…
Lamps burning low in the evening cold, In an upper room they sit down to eat, He washes clean their feet, love’s service told, Before their betrayal…
What is now, is not this Only, but is all time, All places – with those Ahead and those behind In one – and so now too…
The passing of Glenn "Chip" Hughes comes at a great loss to the Eric Voegelin Society and VOEGELINVIEW. Chip was a great friend of the journal and…
Riding on a donkey fit for a King, Unlike all others, passing through the crowd, Cheering you on, their cheap hosannas ring, Which shall sour into condemnation…
“No ideas but in things” – but poems Don’t exactly deal in things. More images perhaps? That is, The thing transformed, or in a new light, As…
We went up the mountain knowing Something might happen: well indeed it did. He started praying, his glory flowing, Light like a thousand suns: a truth unhid…
Heavens use their chartreuse painting brushes; Chapels, pagodas fan out their doors; Sun's print on my tea, the mad crowd rushes; High-pitched bargains at greengrocers' stores; Buses'…
I swear like a drunken sailor, I’ve written more books than I’ve read, I may not be Norman Mailer, I may not be too well-bred. But I…