Feb 4, 2017 | Love, The Work of Greater Minds, Villanelle
Are you not weary of ardent ways, Lure of the fallen seraphim? Tell no more of enchanted days. Your eyes have set man’s heart ablaze And you have had your will of him. Are you not weary of ardent ways? Above the flame the smoke of praise Goes up from ocean rim to rim....
Feb 2, 2016 | Duncan King, Grief, Villanelle, Winter
Not one of us tried to remember what happened in that cave in the middle of tropical December The men burned to not less than ember villagers we’d tried to save not one of us tried to remember The two Portland boys in chain and fetter so long starved they could...
Sep 14, 2015 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Villanelle
Tied to a stake, the string stretched ponderously far arcing into the blue and almost out of sight; it cast no shadow and seemed as distant as a star and slit the sky to a pointed diamond-shaped scar. The minuscule and near invisible sprite hung motionless and still...
Sep 23, 2012 | Aging, Gus Stevens, Songs for the Dead, Villanelle
He turns five today; all is future, nothing past. All his days are yet to flower, yet to come. Wherever he goes, he runs—those shoes will not last. He grows and his slumber is not, as yet, harassed by twilight’s pestering flies, those furies born from...
Nov 29, 2011 | The Work of Greater Minds, Villanelle
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside...
Nov 27, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Villanelle
A circle can’t be squared and still a circle be; the points are fixed, they cannot bend or sway. A man cannot be forced and still considered free. The change begins, the end we can’t foresee; some ideas do not mold as easily as clay. A circle can’t...
