by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
Ode to KeatsPoet of Earth and the unearthly skies,fire-gatherer for a restless scurrying tribebeneath the moon! None in the modern guiseof visionary word-magecould once upon the pagetake pen and in a few scant words describethe great Promethean journey that you...
by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
Spring Sonatafor Susan KeserThere was a moment in my early teens,a meeting of two instruments, where Itook heed, and overheard a certain clamourof the wild springtime, that forever findsa space for Eden’s miracle of voiceswithin my own blind heart and deepest...
by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
fish in shaleoh you beautywhere did you come fromout of what nightinto a dayof what deep driftand measureless beingthat has no endingthat we can saypoetry, seta word in ambernext to a drifteron the tidewith little enoughto say, it lodgesas chance may have itup...
by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
passing thoughtto P.You too a mystery has tangled. Whena squirrel lollops across a path, or whena cactus, still as time, has the air green,or when the midday whispers breath on breathand stone on stone of an uncharted journey,and eyes can tell a town of dream . . . so...
by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
On Translating BeowulfThree battered exercise-books and an old texthave lain in a quiet corner of the roomthat is the jumbled glory-hole of my mindfor fifty years.In attics, garages,boxes and dusty shelves, in villages, towns,grim single rooms, chaotic family...
by Joe Winter | Jan 22, 2020 | I Hunger Too, Poems
Hove Park 5 Down a small path the charge of life. It is simply the Saturday morning crowd. And a pattern nimbly forms out of Earth’s delight. It is Fortune sunning the trees; and the nectar air; and the gift of...
