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In an effort to publish more frequently, Goretti Publications is offering poetry on a more regular basis here. Published primarily in HTML (though we may eventually publish a pdf and print version, when there's enough material), we hope this will provide a source of good poetry in a world which does not have enough.

Published Wednesdays.

Index of First Lines Index of Topics Poems from the First Year

The Lady Cardinal

Donald P. Goodman III

In continued keeping with our recent nature theme, we turn now to the female cardinal. Less showy (some would say less gaudy) than her mate, the female cardinal has a unique beauty all her own. We contemplate that beauty and how it speaks to us. The Lady Cardinal

The Cardinal

Donald P. Goodman III

In keeping with our nature theme for the last two weeks, we present another poem concerning the lovely sights of spring. The cardinal remains in the area for the winter, of course, but one caught my eye on a walk recently, and in the lovely spring day this poem came out of it. The Cardinal

The Dandelion, Revisited

Donald P. Goodman III

We have already addressed this beautiful little flower once before; here, in honor of their blooming once again in this beautiful spring, we honor them again. The Dandelion, Revisited

All Hail the Spring!

Donald P. Goodman III

Inspired by my daily walks this spring, this poem poured forth. Less "deep" than most of the recent work I've posted, this is pure revelry in the beauties of spring, with only brief reflection on how brief those beauties are, and how they will return again. Also written entirely in couplets, which is an unusual form for me. All Hail the Spring!

My Brother

Donald P. Goodman III

St. Francis famously referred to his body as his "brother the ass," referring to its brutishness and the difficulty of controlling it. St. Thomas Aquinas also compared defeating temptation to supporting one side in a fight: we feed the fighter we hope will win, but we deprive the fighter we hope will lose. So when we fight aspects of our selves, we starve those aspects, and feed the aspects that we wish to rise and win. This poem echoes both these metaphors, along with a modernized version of one of Plato's famous analogies about the passions as opposed to the reason. My Brother