Here are the first few stanzas of a great poem by Francis Thompson (1859-1907). I read this poem a few years ago, and the beauty and truth that Thompson portrays has hounded me ever since. Do you also relate with this poet?
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Poetry’
November 10, 2009
The Hound of Heaven
September 4, 2009
The Plow
My heart is a field, a fallow plot of old ground.
The Word is a plow, with a keen, double blade.
With thunder and lightning and a terrible sound,
While torrents of rain and soft dews have played,
The Lord of the this field has labored and toiled.
The plow is now tearing through soil half-thawed
—Too long this old land [...]
September 12, 2008
Dominican Market
I walked along the market street,
My camera wrapped around my hand;
The noises of the swift and fleet
Motos, carros, camionetas— manned
By dexterous drivers— passed me by
Unnoticed, unremembered until I try.
I peer into the shops and stalls,
Observing people, observing wares;
So much to see, to hear— but walls,
Not between vendors but in their stares,
Keep me out, though I [...]
September 5, 2008
Thyself Reckon Dead
Thyself reckon dead, and then thou shalt fly
Free, free, from the prison of earth to the sky!
Spring may come, but on granite will grow no green thing;
It was barren in winter, ’tis barren in spring;
And granite man’s heart is, till grace intervene,
And, crushing it, clothe the long barren with green.
When the fresh breath of Jesus [...]
December 27, 2006
Euphony
Here’s the companion to Cacophony.
I wrote Cacophony first, and I intended Cacophony to be a boy, but I couldn’t get any verses to come. Finally, I decided Cacophony could be a girl, and though I could already hear the female outcry, the verses came easily. In the end, however, I found a way [...]
December 18, 2006
Cacophony
Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago. In the poem I personify cacophony. Cacophony is defined as harsh and unpleasant sound. I’ll post my companion poem, Euphony, in a few days or so.
CACOPHONY
Cacophony is a boisterous lass,
Her hair nigh brazen-port.
With her tongue she oft doth lash
Her fellow maids for [...]
