Mourning Song

I am Virgil’s dream Of an empire without End. I am the noble Cry of Langland for England’s Christian way. And I, too, Am Langston, protesting The unjust bounds of men. I am all the mourning songs Sung by those under wrong. Featured image: ‘William Langland, as depicted in a stained glass window at the …

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Tragedy

I look up at night and I admire The loft of the stars that do inspire An awe at that measurement That neither height nor length, in my judgment, Do make clear by their weak metaphor, Far below what’s needed some sense to restore. But it’s the depth between the highest bliss And the utter …

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