The D. H. Lawrence Memorial Shrine Dedicated To F. R. Taylor   Viewed from a distance, It appears to be a gatehouse Flanked by trees Supporting heaven. Reverently, I climb the gravel path To Frieda’s grave, Then enter the portal Beyond it.   His ashes are interred Within a white-washed cell. Exhibited on the wall, … More The Shrine At Taos

I Epithet For Anna Marie White She has turned her back to us To kiss the earth. Yet something of her nimbus And her shadow Stays with us as a blessing And a curse.   “Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.” 1990   II To love is to … More Poems of Farewell

First Poems   I Each room melts, And fades into another. They are pages of an album In which pictures are Too many And too old. 1969   II Sun and moon will stare Upon the walls until They crumble to the floor.   More cobweb fingers Blindfold every window, And they seal shut each … More The Abandoned House

This is a work in progress.  Two of three parts have been completed.   Prelude, Poem, Postlude For L. T.   “O sages standing in God’s holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul.” (“Sailing To Byzantium,” … More The Gate

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God.   It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;   It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.” From “God’s Grandeur” By Gerard Manley Hopkins * I am at an age to be at odds. The lines in my books look dense, … More Come Away, Quietly

Dedicated to Bede Smith SVD   In a painting on the altar, The man is perfected, And the woman smiles With beatitude.   Her nimbus and his shadow Are glowing with the ichor That sustains an inner life.   I kiss this icon As an act of veneration. May these saints be Guardians of my … More Icon