by Jack Ramey | Nov 14, 2018 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
Today light conquers darkness good triumphs over evil knowledge beats ignorance as millions of Hindus light lamps and decorate floors with colored rice and sand and flour designs designed to banish the dark side of the universe from their little corner of it...
by Jack Ramey | Jun 27, 2018 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
By the Villa Borghese park and the statues Of Lord Byron and Goethe, I wait for a bus And watch two old homeless Roman women Sitting on a bench on the street opposite me Sorting through their ragged belongings, Plastic bags and shopping bags and blankets. It is...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 31, 2018 | Art, Jack Ramey, John Keats, Poetry
Jack Ramey reads Ode To a Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains ….My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains ….One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 30, 2018 | Art, Jack Ramey, John Keats, Poetry
Jack Ramey reads Ode on a Grecian Urn. Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, …..Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express …..A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 29, 2018 | Art, Jack Ramey, Poetry, Shelley
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 28, 2018 | Art, Jack Ramey, Poetry, Shelley
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 sculptor...
