A naked pagan dancing with the sky, I am alien in your world. Your houses, factories, TV sets, It is difficult for me to understand how...

The Portrait Imitated from the late sixteenth century A presence is the absence of an absence and therefore is a kind of absence too; so,...

“O foolish Cupid,” fair Apollo mocked. “To think that you, a wanton boy, should dare To think yourself the equal to a man Of arms, or...

I dreamt an endless dream; I dreamt my dreams had ceased. I dreamt the darkest dream; I dreamt of blinding light. I dreamt I was a fool;...

A dread disease, a time of woe Struck three hundred years ago And then again, and then again, So of this tale, I know not when— It...

Forsaking ancient fears in modern spite, The new cartographers of mankind's soul Were steeped in drowsing minds without the toll Of...

Welcome to Planet Earth, where books written by dead men tell the living how to live. Where children who do not know how to live teach...

The Two Rains On Yorkshire’s moors, on Wiltshire’s plain, On Cornwall’s sea-sprayed craggy cliffs, the rain Hangs limp, immobile, from...

Displeasure fills your darkened eyes and colors your stern lips. I see you walk into the room, your slippers softly tread The wooden...

The leaves of Summer never were so fair As now, by dying season’s light they’re kissed, September’s melancholy, golden mist Descends like...

There is a picture a friend snapped of me drunk atop Dun Laoghaire’s Martello tower. I’d been overseas for months, my hair grown into an...

Liberalism is back, and it rhymes. Poem introduced in DarkHorse Podcast Livestream #70: https://youtu.be/13ZrAs7o8wY

Trekking among the steep defiles, Trailed by the sage, a young boy tried To use the dim-lit stars in hopes Of finding some path or some...

Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair? Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air that your soul sought...

Fingers of light peel away the hiddenness of badge-wearing sadists and Apache helicopter war crimes. Fingers of light peel away the lies...

When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When...

This poem (and the music that accompanies it) was written to honor the memory of a Japanese woman who survived two American bombings of...

Evil is the systematic substitution of the abstract for the concrete. - Sartre As in “concrete” as well as “abstract,” and though I...

The light falls softly on the sparkling lawn, And then awakens every tree and flower, All earth renews, as it has since the dawn Of life...

If you should fall asleep, once more, And heed that soothing, calm refrain – From evening’s care, close fast the door – To quiet the...