Bruce Writes a Sonnet
I wrote this sonnet today while eating lunch in a Manhattan restaurant. I photographed the flowers a few days ago in our garden. The Guest I have this guest named Mr. […]
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Poetry
The Sun in Poetry
The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There
The Sun in Poetry
Swallows They dip their wings in the sunset, They dash against the air As if to break themselves upon its stillness: In every movement, too swift to count, Is a
The Sun in Poetry
Still Life Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour. Take in the prairie right and left,
Sunny Sonnets
My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnet 130) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be