Original Works
Dedicated to Sir Philip Sidney Whose Passion For Poetry Inspired Many Generations
"Only the poet, disdaining to be tied to any such vigor of his own invention, doth grow in effect another nature, in making things either better than nature bringeth forth, or quite anew, forms such as never were in nature, as Heroes, Demigods, Cyclops, Chimeras, Furies, and such like: so as he hand in hand with nature, not enclosed within the narrow warrant of her gifts, but freely ranging within the zodiac of his own wit."
Sir Philip Sidney
Song of the Bride
Before leaves turn golden
Red like wine,
And fall, making the ground a winter shrine,
Let us my beloved go to the woodlands,
Our feet bare in nature's cathedral.
Let us kneel beside a flowing stream,
Cupping fresh water in our hands;
Cool water, cupped to brush the lips
Of lovers in the forest.
And if the wind should dry my lips
Again moisten them with thy kiss-
With thy lips that drip with liquid myrrh,
refresh me my love.
Let us make the grass our tender bed,
And the wind our only blanket
Then come gather and drink
Of the bounty of thy holy garden
Don Williams Winter 1984
Copyright 2001
(From Poems of the Bride)