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Weekly Wits 1/25/13

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Poem: "Love's Servile Lot"
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Poem: “Love’s Servile Lot”

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Love’s Servile Lot LOVE, mistress is of many minds, Yet few know whom they serve; They reckon least how little Love Their service doth deserve. The will she robbeth from the wit, The sense from reason’s lore; She is delightful in the rind, Corrupted in the core. She shroudeth vice in virtue’s veil, Pretending good […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry IV

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

40 Years
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40 Years

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Poem: "Children of Our Age"
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Poem: “Children of Our Age”

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Children of Our Age We are children of our age, it’s a political age. All day long, all through the night, all affairs–yours, ours, theirs– are political affairs. Whether you like it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin, a political cast, your eyes, a political slant. Whatever you say reverberates, whatever […]

Poem: "Children of Our Age"
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Poem: “Children of Our Age”

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Children of Our Age (Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) We are children of our age, it’s a political age. All day long, all through the night, all affairs–yours, ours, theirs– are political affairs. Whether you like it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin, a political cast, your eyes, a […]

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Weekly Wits 1/18/13

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Poem: "Sanctified Hands"
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Poem: “Sanctified Hands”

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Sanctified Hands Fingers spontaneously unfold, joint by joint Revealing a palm itching to catch: A ray eminating from His Holy Face. A beam of light filling the hole drilled By worldly endeavors. A luminious stream of love flowing Through fingers outstretched, spread apart Attemping to capture infinity In a particular moment in time. Washed clean, […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry III

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "'Come,' Thou dost say to Angels"
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Poem: “‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels”

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‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels ‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels, To blessed Spirits, ‘Come’: ‘Come,’ to the lambs of Thine own flock, Thy little ones, ‘Come home.’ ‘Come,’ from the many-mansioned house The gracious word is sent; ‘Come,’ from the ivory palaces Unto the Penitent. O Lord, restore us deaf and blind, Unclose […]

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Weekly Wits 1/11/13

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Poem: "I am the Seed..."
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Poem: “I am the Seed…”

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I am the Seed… I am the seed that fell among the stones, Heedless sowers, yet a stem I grew, A twig, a leaf, and then stood up alone – Child of wastelands, growing I was new I was a seed among the brambles bruised, A tangled shade laced-up above my head, What lived beneath […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry II

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "The Fuse"
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Poem: “The Fuse”

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The Fuse One fist clenches Discharging the universe What thunder! Heavenly bodies hurled! Journeying, spinning, Eternal directed movement. You, the Alpha You make it happen Why do they hide? Why do they cry tears? Tender saplings Shallow and green Long to be Great knotted oaks, Blackened Proven Sentries of love You, the Alpha You make […]

Poem: "The End and the Beginning"
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Poem: “The End and the Beginning”

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The End and the Beginning (Translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) After every war someone has to tidy up. Things won’t pick themselves up, after all. Someone has to shove the rubble to the roadsides so the carts loaded with corpses can get by. Someone has to trudge through sludge and ashes, through the […]

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Weekly Wits 1/4/13

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John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry I

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Farewell to Apostate America"
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Poem: “Farewell to Apostate America”

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Farewell to Apostate America Some terms ring untrue, like songless birds, Whose yakking do lovers loath and rue. Under God,” and “Republic,” now voided words, To which pupils pledge, “indivisible” too. When grand lady’s turned to ruse and scorn, Gone hussy in hulk with virtue shorn, Willingly deflowered by Sodom and porn, Then must beauteous […]

Poem: "'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers--"
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Poem: “‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers–“

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“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers– “Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I’ve heard it in the […]

Gift of Music
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Gift of Music

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  Ginaldiel, the angel, scowled at the bookshelf. It was half as tall as he was, and twice the width of his music stand. “Same old, same old,” he muttered, tapping a long forefinger against his lip. He counted the binders again. Twelve. “Twelve binders of music to sing and all eternity in front of […]

Poem: "The Burning Babe"
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Poem: “The Burning Babe”

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The Burning Babe As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, though scorched with excessive heat, […]

Poem: "A Christmas Gift"
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Poem: “A Christmas Gift”

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A Christmas Gift I choose not jewels or ermines Nor want I an Oldsmobile. The manger bed with the Christ Child Is the thing I’d like to feel. For what is Christmas without Him? And why should the church bells ring If not to praise God for His blessings And to worship the new-born King! […]

Poem: "Wisdom and the Wise"
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Poem: “Wisdom and the Wise”

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Wisdom and the Wise When Wisdom came to us He was but a little Babe, Which startled the studious So clouded in reasoning grave. Three wise-men seeking Wisdom Studied long the celestial map In hope of a foreign Kingdom Revealed by the slightest hap. So answering a starry petition That seemed to be heaven sent, […]

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Weekly Wits 12/21/12

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