Michael Dana Gioia‘To Michael Dana Gioia’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society December 23, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments To Michael Dana Gioia* By Cal Wes Ubideer The Word within the World that articulates itself does not exist in sunlight or in leaves upon a shelf, upon computer monitors, or on stones on a path; the Word speaks only dialects of purest being’s math, the human kiss somehow divine within the Mind of Man, where it’s transformed into reality, the space we’ve spanned. The Word of Wyrd that rises from the silence of the tongue does not appear on shoulder gripped or arching neck unsung, upon the bending of the knees, or hands upon the skin; the Word prates of our whereabouts, this cosmos we are in, mute syllables in silica upon Time’s falling sands, that tell us what we’re doing in the lines of Fate’s commands. *Dana Gioia is the Poet Laureate of California, the former chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, and the author of the pivotal essay “Can Poetry Matter?” Astorian Sunrise By Ubs Reece Idwal A silver ring, and radiating outward, bright blue strands. Its beauty is spectatcular, its loveliness commands. Set in the gorgeous sky that rises o’er the rolling dunes, two moons climb up beyond the long and wrinkled, sandy noons. Ah, one could dwell here for a hundred years and be content. Such golden beaches, o, they are not easy to forget. They are indeed inspiring by the whitecaps on the sea. It is amazing that life offers up such ecstasy. I draw my hand along its grain; I hold it close to me; and then I fall forever with it through eternity. After Buson By “Lice Brews” Ueda Here there’s no human: only the vast sea rising, falling, all day long. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State who often writes under anagrammatic pseudonyms. Related Post ‘Letter to England: For Tommy Robinson’ by Josep... I. But yesterday, your noble fathers bled Upon the fields of France, where countless dead Had found among the vines their final rest, To gild with... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Lew Icarus Bede December 27, 2016 Michael Dana Gioia comment: Thanks for the response-in-verse. It’s interesting to hear my stress meter retuned into couplets–rather like Dryden revising Shakespeare’s “Antony and Cleopatra” into heroic couplets in “All for Love.” Bruce Dale Wise comment: I think it would be rather more like William Blake caught in the bland and grand illusion of an Auden tail-spin. Reply BeMass Muscle January 21, 2018 I seldom comment, but i did some searching and wound up here 'To Michael Dana Gioia' and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise | Society of Classical Poets. And I actually do have a couple of questions for you if you don’t mind. Is it simply me or does it give the impression like a few of the responses appear like left by brain dead individuals? 😛 And, if you are writing on additional sites, I would like to keep up with everything new you have to post. Would you list of the complete urls of your shared sites like your linkedin profile, Facebook page or twitter feed? Reply Pure Ravishing Skin May 12, 2018 I am always browsing online for tips that can benefit me. Thanks! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.