Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: […]
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vows, and in devotion. As humorous is my contrition As my profane love, and as soon forgot: As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot, As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. I […]
The oaks, how subtle and marine, Bearded, and all the layered light Above them swims; and thus the scene, Recessed, awaits the positive night. So, waiting, we in the grass now lie Beneath the languorous tread of light: The grassed, kelp-like, satisfy The nameless motions of the air. Upon the floor of light, and time, […]
Not mine, or at least not mine here. Mine when they’re in other places, please! But there are lots of poems laying around the world, and several of them I like…and so think you should decide whether you like them, too. You’re welcome to play the following parlor-games, if you’re so inclined: *identify its influence in Kimbol’s […]
It is Day 3 of the Austin International Poetry Festival. I have read six of my poems in front of my peers…which is less challenging than you might suppose, for Austin poets/poets in Austin I have found uniformly polite, cheerful, and supportive. I know I am, because it is nerve-wracking and vulnerable to stand and […]
