Category: Poetry

… to be in the presence of, or to witness and be moved by, a calming, lovely experience (even if it’s vicariously created with words on a page) is to reaffirm our humanity in the deepest possible sense. There is nothing greater.

… an impromptu flower arrangement composed of a handful of garden flowers and some dried weeds contained in a plain glass vase. Beauty just feels right on its setting.

Some beauty — older beauty – is brief, or strict, or bare, or spare. This poem aims to be an example of that sort.

I grant you that my interest in ugliness is subject to unfortunate collisions with Studebaker Larks. But you know what I’d do to Baudelaire’s vitres de paradis….

The truth is I never learned to explain the meaning of beauty. When I try now, I discover I can’t do it. But I realize it isn’t going to stop me from going down to that beach, even on blustery days, to find stones for Mary’s table.