A Private Prayer of the Rev. Blacklock

Lord, if I preferred the fine degrees Of Thy justice to the antipodes Of mercy, count it not a fault. Judgment may not with love’s vehemence assault Thy multiple mansion, yet count me, Count me among the just. Count me with those who must renounce a mind Confined By its own infinity. The pollen ofContinue reading “A Private Prayer of the Rev. Blacklock”

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.Continue reading “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Deir El Bahari: Temple of Hatshepsut

How did she come here, when it was new and sparkling, White and immaculate against the huge and spongy cliffs, The great Queen, how did she come, in the cool of winter, To review her voyages, perhaps, or admire her politics? Not like the tourist, with his camera and serious weary step, Not like theContinue reading “Deir El Bahari: Temple of Hatshepsut”