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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

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Some After-Christmas Love, Light, and Song

Light Shining Through a Stained Glass Window
Light Shining Through a Stained Glass Window

We may not all be done celebrating yet, but Christmas 2025 is now behind us, and we can move on into the new year. Speaking of the new year, I have revised another of the poems from Atheists and Empty Spaces, which I will share with you today. Hopefully, within this new year, I will get the entire book of poems revised and republished. As a reminder, I do still have copies of the Austin McCauley publication, and copies are still available at various places online, some for very cheap.


Also as a reminder, one of the revisions of the book and poems is that I am taking out all of the footnotes and endnotes. Well, I wrote "all," but on this poem, I am leaving some notes. I figure it would serve the best interests of the poem if readers are clear what I mean about a Tiffany, a Dalle de verre, a grisaille, and photophilic birds. There could be some mistaken interpretations, and we wouldn't want that.


As always, ENJOY!

Love, Light, and Song

 

Love melts me into glass for you,

A Tiffany, a Dalle de verre,

A grisaille your rays imbue

With colors of ignited air.

 

A toneless matte, I spread your light

Across the gloom of empty space,

Filling the void of darkest night

With warm refractions of your face.

 

Your radiance refines my song.

I feed your soulshine to my words

Who worship light and sing along

Like warbling photophilic birds.

 

If love is true, my lines endure,

Despite the dimness of my art

Because your light is bright and pure

As it shines through my muted heart.

 

 

Notes for this poem:

-Tiffany refers to a type or style of stained glasswork originating from the work of Louis Comfort Tiffany.

-Dalle de verre is a type of visual art created by setting stained glass in epoxy resin to form a slab or block.

-Grisaille is a painting technique that uses gray, black, and white to create a three-dimensional illusion.

-Silver matte defuses light on its surface so that it is non-reflective.

-Photophilic literally means a lover of light.

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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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