A Poem for New Writers: ‘The Window Seat’ by D.T. Holt
. The Window Seat “They don’t read poets till they’re dead.” That’s what my wise-guy father said. “They wait till...
. The Window Seat “They don’t read poets till they’re dead.” That’s what my wise-guy father said. “They wait till...
. Beatrice Does Not Smile: Canto XXI of Paradise by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns And now my...
. Awaiting Adulation We all spend our lives awaiting adulations’ late arrival. We’re convinced that’s all we need for our...
. A Novice Speaks to a Guardian Tell me, Oh honoured one, The secret of the Way, Of how to...
. A Picture of Repose A young boy’s seated on a wall that overlooks Capri, an oil painting by Dane...
. Friendship When was it first struck up? Nobody knows. It’s carried us through heydays, drabs, and falls. An unsown...
. Art Freezes Time Great art freezes time when a painting is hung. An image of beauty eternally young. Who...
. Restoration of Nôtre Dame One Paris evening seven years ago, We walked the neighborhood of Nôtre Dame, But no...
. The Little Knight The kitchen door slams open wide; The boy flies through to play outside. His house becomes...
. Three Sonnets by Vittorio Alfieri (1749-1803) translated by Adam Sedia . LXXIV Melancholy, why take your only seat On...
. Walking Near the Waves When, walking near the waves, with eyes downcast, I look at my reflection from the...
. Parque España, Mexico City I walked until I couldn't walk without at least alighting on a city bench, the...
. How Great Thou Art __An Easter Ballade . It’s Easter. I can hear the choir sing. The gospels have...
. After the Storm All darkness past, the sun now shines Through shredded storm clouds drained of rain; Its bright...
. Hymn I met Him on that Sunday afternoon I trod the Kentish cobbles through the streets Of Rochester past dwellings in the gloom...
. . The Shroud of Death The shroud of death’s night-shadow fled Before the dawning light of day; Unveiling tombs...
. Of St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague Once I used to live a waking dream Devoid of starlight: lanterns on the...
. Deconstructing Grűnewald’s Crucifixion It isn’t de rigueur these days to show A bloodied, tortured Jesus on the cross. Post-moderns...
. The Faithful Who Have Chosen Not to Wait He rose and told us He would come again To supervise...
. The Wound in Christ's Side Culprits inflicted countless injuries On Jesus’ body during fifteen hours; The spear-thrust (last of...
. True North Light, opalescent, swirls the arctic bright; Siberian, Scandinavian, Alaskan lights. The morning sun, Aurora, hides her face....
. The End Unraveled string may be rewound, __A hidden thing be sighted; A missing object may be found, __A...
. Regret The rivulets, the patterns in the glass, the dots of rain that race down to the sill, the...
. The Mystery of Poetry The mystery of poetry __is found between the lines. The poet sends the signals while...
. La Muerte In those days, no king ruled in Ithaca. A pack moved in with communist ideals: An orgy...
. Shishaldin Radiant angel, bathed in light, Gleaming opalescent white _On the smooth, sheer snow Clothing your smooth symmetry-- Smooth...
. . Ballerina The balanced ballerina on her toe was poised with perfect posture—back and chest. The crowd, in silent...
. Song of the Wailing Women Her spirit has gone forth. Return her to the earth, Released from work and...
. In My Wilderness Once, I thought I saw things clearly. Certainty felt quite sincerely. But, my path was very...
. The Cat Who Barked There is a row of trees that crowd the ground, They’re dark and still. My...
. Promise While winter holds her icy grip __There’s promise in south breezes That make their yearly northward trip--- __Springtime,...
. The Glass Delusion of King Charles VI of France ‘His malady grew worse every day until his mind was...
. The Dandelion Suburbia frowns upon her sunlit face: “Out, out thou upstart weed!” Poor Dandelion —like sisters Cinderella, Queen...
. To the Reader of Verse Ah, lover, critic, arbiter of verse, divulge your passions, fill a lusting soul with...
. Old Orphan They’re over on my dresser, simply framed And looking 1940s fresh and young. There’s something to them...
. The Last Night That We Met in memoriam CQD, Halifax, February, 2001 We gripped hands awkwardly. I’d grasped your...
. St. Jerome’s Cicero Obsession based on St. Jerome’s letter to his disciple St. Eustochium in Rome, A.D. 384 When...
. Beatrice Smiles: Canto XXXI of Purgatory by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns “You, on the other side...
. The Sea Cliffs Imposing, somber, motionless they stand, Like ranks of rugged soldiers primed for war, They stand where...
. Britomart and Marinell In Edmund Spenser's epic poem, The Faerie Queene, Britomart is a female knight who represents the virtue...
Thanks, James Edward. Your sonnets led me to pull La Vita Nova off the shelf. With those originals in front…
Your sonnets achieve such a mesmerizing effect, with your skilled descriptions of these dreamlike scenes. With very original phrases such…
Many thanks, Roy. Autumn enchants me (and many others here, I've noticed!). So, I'm happy to know you've sensed that…
Thank you, Dr. Barman!
Thank you for this poem. I read it to my daughter who was nearby. She laughed at "the dog pooped…
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