“From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.” FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost You're trudging on your track from day to day when suddenly you see a trick of...

What primal pulse propels the starry dust to fill the seeming void? Throughout the vast expanding universe that vibrant gust elates, enthralls all in its bursting blast. What constant...

Before my birth words showered down on me. Before I spoke I understood. I tried. I called. I named. I chatted thoughtlessly engulfed in rapid discourse, surging pride. Before I read I...

That brilliant paradox on Keats' Urn would seem the pinnacle of art. But truth is rarely beautiful I've learned and beauty's seldom truthful, ask my heart. In some way every simile is true,...

"Yes, for a lowly slave much danger lies In any act that others find too bold And certain death awaits the one who tries To find the famous hidden caves of old. Yet one had dreamt of secrets...

Oh welcome sisters of the sacred well, Who married Cadmus, mourned Achilles' soul. You guard the chest of endless unsung scrolls, What greater tales have you yet left to tell? Between your...

When players know their instruments so well that thought is act and both of them are one or when impassioned poets in a spell hear chanting faster than a pen can run or when an artist in a...

This poem owes a great deal to the first sections of the translation of the Orphic Hymns published by Thomas Taylor in London in 1792 which is available on the Net. The pictures are mostly from...