Rooms of Light

A poem by John Barr

Wordsworth is the romantic poet. Amongst the group that we call the romantics, nothing epitomised what we think of as the poems of the…

Here is a paradox: freedom is restriction. The idea that the removal of structure or form produces a kind of freedom is the very opposite…

Scintillating, prophetic, chaotic and mesmerising, The Waste Land was published one hundred years ago this year. In some ways the world…

A poem

Ask the question: are you at the frontiers of the present Or moving in the slipstream of what is already gone?

A poem on what we give through poetry.

This slow road  was empty except to the east  a graveyard with tilted gravestones

setting sun, rising moon.

Praise Jupiter Gas Giant of the system solar Holder of history King of celestials Whisper unto me

Just so you know, Emoting is human…