Andre Demers

Go, well up two lines of poetry from life, Written in blood and alchemized of strife...

How grateful am I to have Charles Lloyd swim into my ken... I only had to read a couple pages of the Desultory Thoughts to know I'm in good hands.

Thanks to @AlexRettie for posting Leigh Hunt to the Heart of Shelley on the @PoemsforPOI Substack.. may I write a sequence as daring soon.. but perhaps like this one it will be picked up again and finished after many months. poemsforpoi.substack.com/p/leigh-hunt-t…

Thanks to @AlexRettie for posting my Lord Byron to the Hellespont on the @PoemsforPOI Substack. That painting is a nice touch, thanks for including it. poemsforpoi.substack.com/p/lord-byron-t…

Charles Timothy Brooks' translations of Leopold Schefer's verse are quite remarkable... his Layman's Breviary and the World-Priest contains many gems.. Schefer was unfairly forgotten, but it's not a surprise.

"And keep thy heart light lest it make thee sink When hope has kindled hope, and lured thee to the brink." -Adonais, P. B. Shelley

Marvellous! The heavy rain has conspired to help me meet my deadlines. Aye-yi-yi....

No, linger not on beauties freshly made, But add to them before their ecstasy can fade.

“To hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh, don't wring your wrists so hard To get this next one out, For it will be dross to discard If it comes in a spout, But it must meet her wilful ear With a calmness sweet and clear.

The long in the tooth have much to tell that bites, Of the past as the ever enduring fights, Who only long for a kiss to seal off their goodnights.

"Ariel to Miranda: Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; And teach it all the harmony In which thou canst, and only thou, Make the delighted spirit glow, Till joy denies itself again And, too intense, is turned to pain." -To a Lady, With a Guitar