Tag: Poetry
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Clementia Dei
The I lives on as the body unwinds. What shall keep grave me sinking down to hell?
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Heaven By Storm on the Number Seven
I have paused, once more, at the Number Seven, for there are seven deadly sins which every mortal must purge themselves from, before the ascent, and there are seven corresponding virtues, four classical ones, and three theological ones, which (no doubt), ingenious readers can correspond in various ways to each of the deadly sins. The…
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The Nachtenschein of Classic Liberalism
Having come across a remark in AKC‘s letters that the really cultured and spiritual European does not have a peer in their Eastern counterparts, I returned to a volume of Wilhelm Humboldt‘s collected letters and essays, excerpted by subject. Although one can tell that the writing was not in English (the German lumbers through the…
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When Time Flows Back
One night I fled, beyond the dread, And looked for place to lay my head, So thought upon the sainted dead, Yea, how it was if they were gone. Oh, wished it well, for such a spell, As would surely one truth tell, How when at tripping heart’s last knell, Sun chimed the ice at…
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How Keats May Have Died – in memory
Came he among the whispering wood, or in the golden meads, Still he holds the cypress crown, which gold Apollo gave. Walked he in stormy wind about or in the laze of noon, Yet still he sings the song around, eternal end too soon. He rose above the blue sky wild and stopped beneath the…
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Dies Irae
A Transliteration & Addition to the Latin Dies Irae The Dies Irae was authored by Friar Thomas Celano, biographer of Saint Francis, and its view of God is conditioned by the emergent Holy Roman Empire, whose peripatetic king would visit his manors all across the West in a movable judgement that brought even the mightiest…