His servants pulled him through the postern gate
To ride in shadows to a waiting ship
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James Matthew Wilson
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The Feast of the Nativity
It’s hard to accept that we are called to praise.
What shout of joy amid such poverty?
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On a Discharged Firework
Only the next day could The mystery begin, Its shocking fount of sparks In darkness now a memory, And the cooled cylinder Drowsing on the charred smear Of driveway. To approach In the abandoned silence And lift it up—which has, You think, by someone been Forbidden—and to smell The singed gunpowder, rich And sweet upon […]
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XIII. Jesus Is Taken Down from the Cross
This morning, I hauled to the streetA heavy wooden pallet, so beatThe workmen had left it behind:Its boards, rough-hewn and splinteringAgainst the asphalt. When I leanedIt on the dumpster, with some twineAnd flattened cardboard boxes, too,For the trash-man, a March gust blewAnd overturned what I had
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On the New Physics
I/Blaise Pascal“The silence of these infinite spaces frightens me:The dark dissolves to numbered points and emptiness.I’ve tried to write of it, but the imploding blank Swallows what words I speak, absorbs the light I seek.I prayed. I knelt, but the rings round the plafond shr