by Jack Ramey | Jan 28, 2018 | Art, Jack Ramey, Poetry, Shelley
[Poem] 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 sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 24, 2018 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] III The ancient Forum Romanum: a miracle of marble! Columns Ionian and Corinthian and statues of gods And consuls, temples lined inside and out with marble And mosaic and tiles. Now ruins. Used for centuries As a quarry to be mined by Bishops and Popes...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 23, 2018 | Jack Ramey, John Keats, Poetry
[Poem] VII Lay me down in cool salt water. Lay me down like Noah’s daughter. Lay me down and tell me you miss me. Lay me down when I’m dead, and kiss me. In the non-Catholic cemetery in Rome Close by the pyramid of Cestius The bones of John Keats lay down in...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 7, 2018 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] Vincenzo Viviani and Giovanni Battista de Nelli strove to save Galileo’s legacy : Viviani keeping all of his master’s papers in a huge closet along one wall of his house in Florence rewriting many letters excising references to Copernicus and blasphemous...
by Jack Ramey | Oct 28, 2017 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] The caper always goes wrong. Some dope makes a stupid move Like shooting the cashier or a copper Or someone gets the shakes And talks too much or Someone doesn’t move at all and staring Into the abyss he inadvertently Screws the pooch Or someone moves...
by Jack Ramey | Jul 1, 2017 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The skin that hangs from this skeleton is cloud stuff: tree limbs on a hilltop seen from a moving vehicle – ineluctable like foxfire in nightwind, vanishing within seconds after sight. The tegument between these bones feels right; tightened to keep me strung...
