Spring is Not our Mating Season

Spring is Not our Mating Season

I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion….   This bare clay-pit is truest setting For love like ours: No bed of flowers But sand-ledge for our petting.   The Spring is not our mating...
Christ, lovely in eyes not his

Christ, lovely in eyes not his

I act therefore I am. I say more: the just man justices; Keeps grace, that keeps all his goings graces; Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is – Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the...