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 not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares [...]
Archive for July, 2007
God’s Grandeur
Posted in Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poetry on July 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Abel
Posted in Demetrios Capetanakis, Poetry on July 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
My brother Cain, the wounded, liked to sit
Brushing my shoulder, by the staring water
Of life, or death, in cinemas half-lit
By scenes of peace that always turned to slaughter
He liked to talk to me. His eager voice
Whispered the puzzle of his bleeding thirst,
Or prayed me not to make my final choice,
Unless we had a chat about [...]
La Figlia Che Piange
Posted in Poetry, T S Eliot on July 8, 2007 | 2 Comments »
O quam te memoram virgo
…
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair -
Lean on a garden urn -
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair -
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise -
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I [...]
