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Continue reading →: LostI’ve been sleepwalking Been wandering all night Trying to take what’s lost and broken Make it right -Cam, “Burning House” To love is to lose. So the poets tell us…
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Continue reading →: IntoWould it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all…”…
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Continue reading →: ShowNow lies the earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson So much of societal interaction (regardless of the society) is taken up in the establishment of validity…
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Continue reading →: WorshipWild flight on flight against the fading dawn The flames’ red wings soar upward duskily. This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so the day I saw it first, And darkened slowly after. I am she Who loves all beauty — yet I wither it. “Helen…
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Continue reading →: Fade“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.” The Book Thief, Marcus Zusak The thought has often occurred to me that humankind…
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Continue reading →: Fierce“Too shameful it seems to me that ye should go abroad with our tribute, unfought with, now that ye have come thus far into our land. Not so lightly shall ye come by the treasure: point and edge shall first make atonement, grim war-play, before we pay tribute…” Byrhtnoth, alderman…
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Continue reading →: Know“Why did I dream that sleep o’er-power’d me In midst of all this heaven? Why not see, Far off, the shadows of his pinions dark, And stare them from me? But no, like a spark That needs must die, although its little beam Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream…
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Continue reading →: veilYes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon…
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Continue reading →: dominus videtI had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine… – Emily Dickinson We all have our ways of dealing with situations we can’t handle…
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Continue reading →: imperishableHe looked askance at Vera, and now that by declaring her love for him she had cast off the aloofness which so adds to a woman’s charm, she seemed to him, as it were, shorter, plainer, more ordinary. “What’s the meaning of it?” he thought with horror. “But I… do…
Essays, poetry, meditations, and book reviews by Jeremy Vogan.
Jeremy Vogan
God, Life and Beauty is a blog site for my essays, poetry, book reviews, and other writings. Feel free to look around and comment if you have feedback. Enjoy!
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