by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Postings by Robin Bloor, Selected Prose
This remarkable essay comes from “The Golden Bough,” by Sir James George Frazer. The King of The Wood Who does not know Turner’s picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry, Postings by Robin Bloor
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Why feed’st these rebel powers that thee array? Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Selected Prose
The Sermon on the Mount – And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying, Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. ...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man’s hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. ~ T S...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry
Give me Nepenthe With the lulling eyes To shut away the world! To sleep, to dream, And in this clover-scented air Slip through imprisoning Time And find my Spirit free! Alas, not thus Shalt thou escape from Time. Thou wilt return again And yet again...
