Feast of Sts Cleopas and Artemas of the 70
FRIGID, fallow, the fainting, frosted earth
in silence sullen, souls of sylvan shorn;
wraiths and whispers upon now welter wastes
creep carefully out from crags and caverns.
Ancient arbors, by alien asters
luminous, by lore lyric leering lure,
issue imps in ire instructed idly.
Ghouls from gaps in Gaia’s greenish garment
emerge, ennobled evening ended,
vandals vicious, violence varied.
Feast of the Holy Martyrs Adrian & Natalie
Idiot Psalms: New Poems by Scott Cairns
FOURTEEN “Idiot Psalms” are surrounded by dozens of other poems by one of our favorite poets. This collection by Cairns follows several other works of poetry, essays, and memoir, and will prove his most challenging work yet. Acclaimed fellow poet B. H. Fairchild says of Cairns: “Among American poets of religious belief at the...
Feast of St Maximus the Confessor
GOD ALONE IS ruler and creator everlasting,
God is threefold power, God is wholly three and one,
He who grants each good thing one hopes for,
Never cheating the pure soul of what it confidently expects;
His words never fail to produce immediate results.
In His presence silent hearts can speak through their feelings;
Though the tongue says nothing its words resound above the...
Feast of St Laurence the Holy Martyr & Archdeacon of Rome
THE SUBJECT of my poem is not fiction, though I use the poetic art:
I will tell of things that happened, reliably, without a poet’s deceit,
For far be it from a servant of Christ to utter lies.
May such techniques delight the pagans as they worship what is false
But our only skill is our faith, our only...
Feast of St Kyriake the Great Martyr
ROY CAMPBELL was a South African poet educated at Oxford. There he met C. S. Lewis, but apparently made no impression on him at the time. Campbell traveled through his long dark night of agnosticism and found the wholeness of reality in backward Spain. There he shed not only his agnosticism, but also his childhood Calvinism, by swimming the Tiber: a double heresy...
Feast of St Juliana the Virgin-Martyr
WE ARE HAPPY when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us. —William Butler Yeats
I was twenty when I learned what is essential about metaphors. The poet Albert Goldbarth asked his introductory class to open the bundle of photocopied poems he’d made. Within it were twenty words by Gregory Orr:
Washing My Face