St George, patron saint of England, gets buried under bigger beasts today, overshadowed by the Resurrection, Thomas’ affirmation of faith, and the forgiving breath of God. I thought the least I could do was uncover a 7 year old homily for St. George, though in truth I think it’s more in praise of dragons … …
Daily Archives: April 23rd, 2006
Poems for the Easter Octave VII
A Letter from Brooklyn An old lady writes me in a spidery style, Each character trembling, and I see a veined hand Pellucid as paper, travelling on a skein Of such frail thoughts its thread is often broken; Or else the filament from which a phrase is hung Dims to my sense, but caught, it …