Page 10 - Richard Kenton Webb: John Milton's Paradise Lost
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Milton /Webb
When I consider all that work now gone
Erased by fiat of arbitrary power
To anchor right against a tide of wrong
Some Milton should be living at this hour.
To shine a light where light is never shone
Through darkness where dark spirits hide and cower
Yet in that noise still find a guiding song
Some Milton should be living at this hour.
And is transposed by charcoal to a web
Of hatching matched with black, then grey, then white
Where spiritual battles flow and ebb
In images which give blind Milton sight.
Which trace and track through every turn and wind
Of poetry forged from life’s bitter toll
The strange internal theatres of the mind
The epic ocean landscapes of the soul.
Roger Wagner, 2022
