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The Last Bee by Brian Bilston

The Last Bee

After the last ee
had uzzed its last uzz,
the irds and the utterflies
did what they could.

ut soon the fields lay are,
few…

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half…

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A…

Sometimes The Wolf Cries Girl

Sometimes the hero stumbles, and falls right off of the page. Sometimes the princess rolls her eyes, and says “I don’t want to be saved.” Sometimes…

I love you

I love you— in silence, in noise, in between,
In the way I show up, in the spaces unseen.
Like fire that spreads, never asking for…

PSYCHOMACHIA OF PRUDENTIUS

TEXT, TRANSLATION, AND COMMENTARY

A T h e s i s
P r e s e n t e d t o
t h e F a c u l t y o f t h e D e p a r tm en t o f C l a s s i c a l L a n g u a g e s
The U n i v e r s i t y…

I carry your heart in the space in my soul,
Though the years and the distance have taken their toll.

The silence is heavy, the days are so…

O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of…

O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!

Through every fibre…

Sometimes a single presence can still a thousand thoughts within me

Sometimes a single presence can still a thousand thoughts within me. Even after everything, there is a quiet part of my soul that still recognizes you…

A name like a spark, a fire in the night,
Xx, you burn with a singular light.
Not a flickering candle or a star far away,
But the heat of the sun…

Luminous spirit, a light in the room,
Ever-graceful, like a flower in bloom.
Xenial heart with a warmth that is true,
Inspiration flows in all that…

Roots of Gold
Light that dances through the leaves,
Echoes of a song she weaves.
Xanadu of quiet grace,
In the smile upon her face.
Every joyous,…

The Haiku
Golden sun and sea,
Roots that hold the earth so tight,
Xx shines so bright.

The Couplet
From New Jersey skies to the ocean blue,
No…

The map we held was tattered, marked by roads we walked alone,
But the future is a canvas that we finally call our own.
No more searching for the…

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is…

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam…

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our…

The tree feels
No pain when cut,
Is it true?
So also is it
Not true, I have
Not forgotten you.
In between birth and death,
I act as a hero.v

Wallachia, Moldavia or Transylvania
Of which you were born
Or you flow from Mt. Moldoveanu
To evolve in the Mures or Siret
Your adolescence soaked…

The Moon by Em(n) Atkinson (not definitively)

The Moon
As she rises in the sky, night
after night, the Moon supports
the continuous cycle of
becoming and releasing.
Becoming who we're born to…