by flammeusgladius



“Others abide our question….”


–Matthew Arnold


When Matthew Arnold had a crack at you,

All he could do was grab his puzzled head,

Gasp at a mystery without a clue,

And drone on till his final line fell dead.

You filled his heart with literary dread

Softened by customary admiration.

I hope that you fill mine with awe instead

And with the urge for open contemplation.

Your simple sonnets ring with complication.

Your plays are traps – but traps that liberate.

I know that I have need of liberation—

And turn to you.  Perhaps it’s too damn late

To understand what must be understood.

Still, I know this: you’re good.  You’re really good.


–Tom Riley