In dulce jubilo.
Plaster crumbled restlessly in the evening sunFalling from a wall into its own shadows,Between the echoes buried there, nothing stirredExcept the silence of lost souls,Yet by the postern gateShe...
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Hi Keith, I really like this poetic chronicle of one of the 12 th century crusades, I assume, to rescue the Holy Land. Only here, there is the irony of the title and the purpose of the voyage. "The...
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Keith,Way back then those 'holy' wars raged, and they continueto rage; I suspect no holier than they were then, but time has a way of levying justice at its own pace. Certainly Ben Laden was no...
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"While twilight clouds did their best to drape the dead Until the night’s breath had carried Their souls softly away" A compelling read with wonderful images as always. Thanks for posting this one....
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We get such a clear picture of the place from your poem Keith. There is always such a sense of history in these places. We feel it strongly here.
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