Golgotha by John Heath-Stubbs

In the middle of the world, in the centre Of the polluted heart of man, a midden; A stake stemmed in the rubbish From lipless jaws, Adam’s skull Gasped up through the garbage: ‘I lie in the discarded dross of history, Ground down again to the red dust, The obliterated image. Create me.’ From lips […]

The Price Of Beauty

The Land of Heart’s Desire William Butler Yeats We must be tender with all budding things. Our Maker let no thought of Calvary Trouble the morning stars in their first song. The poet William Butler Yeats referred to himself as “the last romantic”, and while I know he meant that in the broader sense of […]