Category: Poetry

The Love of God

From Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s The Seraphim: Ador: Weep? Weep blood, All women, all men! He sweated it, He, For your pale womanhood And base manhood. Agree That these water-tears, then, Are vain, mocking like laughter: Weep blood! This Sunday I...

/ August 28, 2005

An abstract and somewhat poetic post

I was talking to Matt at his fiance’s house, conversing on the nature of talk. I said nothing not brought to discussion is ever remembered or well understood. “No,” he said, “there’s something to be said, not for talk, but...

/ January 16, 2005