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Burnt Poems

Notre Dame, April 2019 Life holds out a blackened branch Notre Dame is burning. Where is my heart? Dying in an upstairs room JUlian O’Dea, ANtipodean Poems

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

I am repeating this sonnet sequence, in part because it is reformed, in part because it is in English, and in part because it predates Shakespeare, and finally, because Tudor women were tough. These are the biographical facts of Anne Locke’s life: she was the daughter of Steven Vaughan, who was in Henry VIII’s service […]

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Life New Zealand Poetry

Two Poems.

Some Satire for Thursday. Shot: A Happy Vicar I Might Have Been A happy vicar I might have been Two hundred years ago To preach upon eternal doom And watch my walnuts grow; But born, alas, in an evil time, I missed that pleasant haven, For the hair has grown on my upper lip And […]

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Sunday Sonnet

Two blogs ago I went through Anne Locke’s sonnets, and translated them. Not going to do that again: this is Elizabethan English, and a meditation on Psalm 51. To make it easier, I’m attaching the verse from a modern, accurate translation. Be gracious to me, O God, according to Your lovingkindness; According to the greatness […]