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Shine, Perishing Republic

Shine, Perishing Republic by Robinson Jeffers (+1962)
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly … Continue reading

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Spring poems

It is April and the world is slowly coming back to life.  Baseball season is back.
I have made some PODCAzTs with seasonal poetry.  I am contemplating one for Spring.
If you have a suggestion, perhaps you could drop me a line.  … Continue reading

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“The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.”

Via the Laudator:
Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), January:
It freezes—all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.
Death, with his evil finger to his … Continue reading

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“The ground was one circle of solid red.”

It is past the season, but this is fine indeed, and it matches something of my mood and my To Do List.
Via the Laudator:
Robert Frost, Unharvested:
A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look … Continue reading

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PODCAzT 113: More winter poems

Well… I went and did it again… and then yet again.  I made a yet another PODCAzT of poems having to do with winter.   I was inspired by the blizzard we just had, and also by requests via e-mail. And … Continue reading

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PODCAzT 112: Winter poems – corrected

Well… I went and did it again.  I made a PODCAzT.
And then I screwed up and posted the wrong audio file.   I have now corrected that.  Sorry.
I’m not going to say what’s in it other than that there are some … Continue reading

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“And the old deserted Year / Seems dying with the day”

With a tip of the biretta to the Laudator.
Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1823-1892), December:
It is bleak December noon,
Winter-wild and rainy grey:
By the old road thinly strewn
Drifts of dead leaves skirt the way:
Oh! the long canals and drear,
And the floods o’erflow the … Continue reading

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Martinmass

"Martinmass" by John Clare written on 11 Nov 1841.
    ‘Tis Martinmass from rig to rig     Ploughed fields and meadow lands are blea     In hedge and field each restless twig     Is dancing on the naked tree     … Continue reading

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Too many ornaments on your Rosary…Poem

There are may ways to recite the Most Holy Rosary.  The basic paradigm changes from country to country.  In Italy, for example, the recitation of the Rosary usually includes the Litany of the Blessed Virgin.  In the USA, people often … Continue reading

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Ode to Autumn

Ode to Autumn
by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,    And fill … Continue reading

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