Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday

When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.   And monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, And devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things.   The...
What Now?

What Now?

  Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze...