Ozymandias Replies

October 30, 2022 - Reading time: ~1 minute

So, friend, you think my face and legs in stone
Are signs that I have failed? Friend, think again.
When I ascended to my marble throne
The land was forest, meadow, lakeside glen.
I took it and I wasted it. This desert tract
Stands as my most expansive monument:
Dead-life, as blank as hope, as bald as fact.
I made a world of sand. And it's this spent
Stage-set, bleached clean, that I am proudest of—
More than my palaces and bling and war—
Because it's the perfection of my love
When my rule's push came to my people's shove.
We tyrants know what power's really for.
I made my desolation to endure.

—Adam Roberts

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January 24, 2022 - Reading time: ~1 minute

Is acher ingaith innocht
fufuasan fairggae findfolt
ni agor reimm mora minn
dondlaechraid lainn ua
lothlind.

The wind is rough tonight
tossing the white combed ocean.
I need not dread fierce Vikings
crossing the Irish Sea.

St. Gall Priscian, margin gloss.

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Unpublished poem by George MacDonald

October 14, 2021 - Reading time: ~1 minute

Go not forth to call Dame Sorrow
From the dim fields of Tomorrow;
Let her roam there all unheeded,
She will come when she is needed;
Then, when she draws near thy door,
She will find God there before.

—George MacDonald, unpublished poem;
recited by Jerry Root at Hutchmoot Homebound, October 2021


Easter. The grave clothes of winter

April 12, 2021 - Reading time: ~1 minute

are still here, but the sepulchre
is empty. A messenger
from the tomb tells us
how a stone has been rolled
from the mind, and a tree lightens
the darkness with its blossom.
There are travellers upon the road
who have heard music blown
from a bare bough, and a child
tells us how the accident
of last year, a machine stranded
beside the way for lack
of petrol, is crowned with flowers.

—“Resurrection,”
R. S. Thomas

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OpenStreetMap Haiku

January 13, 2021 - Reading time: ~1 minute

On the water's surface
Today in Hunterdon County
The day is young

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Traffic light goes red
Green. Red. Green. Red.
The warm belly of the bus

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Chasing laughter
The sun strikes
Feeling good in New Jersey

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Leaves on the windshield
Thoughts of home

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Mountain Avenue
Quite chilly
High up in the trees

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Water like glass
A vacant lot
Far away

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For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

November 4, 2020 - Reading time: ~1 minute

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

—and the rest, from Jubilate Agno,
Christopher Smart