A love poem from my wife, which I share on our 53rd wedding anniversary.
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Tag Archives: Julia Bates
At 75, She Accessed Her Inner Amazon
Entering her mid-seventies, my wife imagines herself as an Amazon warrior girding herself with velcro greaves and cuirasses.
How Did This Dust Learn to Sing?
Two Ash Wednesday poems, by Malcolm Guite and Julia Bates, wonder at the mystery of the creation that arises from dust.
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Happy Birthday to the Love of My Life
Steeled “On the Eve of My Birthday” uses the occasion to toast his life, “unsuccesses” as well as accomplishments.
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One Man Loved the Pilgrim Soul in You
In which I explain how Yeats’s “When You Are Old and Gray” frames the dedication that opens my book.
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A Swift Birthday Poem for Julia
In which I use one of Swift’s birthday poems to celebrate my Julia’s birthday.
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The Witch that Walks in the Fields of Spring
Here’s a poetic warning that my wife directs to those who close their eyes to the miracle of May that is exploding all around us. Maybe we miss out on spring because we are plugged into our iPods or talking on our cell phones or texting. Or for that matter, blogging. Ignoring spring requires a […]
Dear Son, Far Off, My Lost Desire
I understand more with each passing year what Tennyson means when he says his love “is vaster passion now” and how Hallam is thoroughly mixed with God and nature. Tennyson goes on to say that the moral will of humankind—the “living will” that is the best part of ourselves as a people—can finding footing on this spiritual rock. And that the living water that springs from this rock will “flow through our deeds and make them pure.”
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