Author Matthew B. Rose
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Poem: “To Medusa”
To Medusa Gorgon, my Gorgon I gaze on that sweetest face. Stone, my own face turns. O Medusa, dear, Let…
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Poem: “To Uncle Clive”
To Uncle Clive “At my first coming into the world I had been (implicitly) warned never to trust a Papist,…
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Poem: “The Most Humble Man on Earth”
The Most Humble Man on Earth I’m the most humble man on earth. Of all men stripped of noble birth…
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Poem: “The Dark Night of the Soul”
The Dark Night of the Soul (How does my love look when she sleeps?) How does my love look when…
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Poem: “Fourteenth Station”
Fourteenth Station Good Friday I am here, watching the hole, Filled with a rock and still There is danger, stupid…
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Poem: “Thirteenth Station”
Thirteenth Station Good Friday He’s dead? Already? I was sure he would remain, A living human stain, Hanging up there,…
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Poem: “Twelfth Station”
Twelfth Station Good Friday Father, forgive them, they know not what they do. I’m not saying they aren’t culpable, But…
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Poem: “Eleventh Station”
Eleventh Station Good Friday “My friends, you are my closest ones. You alone I can trust. You are my closest…
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Poem: “Tenth Station”
Tenth Station Good Friday My pretty bird, sing for me. My, what beautiful feathers, What beautiful fetters. I’ll take them…