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As (or in spite of being) a full-time student of classical languages, I find words to be of inestimable beauty. Poetry is both a means and an end for me, and I hope that my own small attempts at creating some will be enjoyed by others.
Journal
To those of you, upon whose work I have left my observations...
I look through this website and I see a lot of compliments. I feel a little out of place with my criticism, but it needs to be said that I (as a rule) will never comment on a work that I do not thoroughly enjoy. You can rest assured, however, that if I do enjoy it my comment will be honest to the point of indicating those aspects of it that I did not like. As there is normally at least one such a…
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Journeys
All around me is horizon now, / This bleak landscape made desolate with an awareness of itself / Where pools of dark water have gathered in…
Icarus
His naked arms flap feebly in the void / And Icarus discovers that, aloft, / He bears no more resemblance to a bird / Than, to a worm, he b…
Narcissus in the Copse
I owe death a life that I will not pay, / Though every moment brings me closer to my grave. / This is borrowed time, this drawn out day-to-…
Jerusalem
Time, like a grinning gunman, / Relentlessly pursues this city / Fierce as knives, with its jagged history / Lonely even in its shock of pe…
Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard / To fetch her poor doggie a bone / And consider the way that all things must decay. / She wept: sh…
Imaginary Palestinian Child
Penned by the hand of God are the parameters / This is the land of God and I / Am prepared to settle for far, far less. / I moved like the …
And What Is…
Truth, / Although it did one time, / No longer lies in that direction: / Custom has smoothed flat the sharp / And wayward spike of revelati…
Projection
… Is as unreal, as vague and empty as my empty stare.
Afterwards
And I will never look again / At dandelions in the sun / And hope that I may too sprout roots / In sunshine’s murmering summer. / And…
Meditations
I think, I said, that the shape of all my thoughts / Must be somehow inseparable from the contours of my brain / I like to think myself res…
