Catherine Eisner
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Paradise Lost
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Sunday, 2 May 2021
Dover Strait Doubts ; Samuel Palmer.
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Bullion Dross Since Death these days is on everyone’s lips, we pledge ourselves to His buyers’ market; a mortal spark will trade a lo...
Sunday, 23 February 2020
Ignoble Retreat at the Edge where Earth and Firmament meet . . .
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Ubi cœlum terræ se conjungit. A host of angels vent their dirge obsc...
Monday, 21 October 2019
Miss Emily Dickinson Communes with the Great Dictator Mr John Milton . . .
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‘Do you ever yearn,’ she was asked, on a whim, ‘to have been first born to that Master of the Poem?’ ‘D aughter of blind Milton?...
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Friday, 18 October 2019
O Fruit of that Forbidden Tree whose Mortal Taste Brought All Our Woe . . .
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. . . or did they misunderstand and neither heard the rattle of a serpentine warning when Eve thrust the apple into Adam’s ha...
Thursday, 31 May 2018
That space the Evil One abstracted . . . and attention gained with forked tongue . . .
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This morning I was awakened by the ‘tsk-tsk!’ of a stonechat. In Provence or thereabouts they call the bird Le Tarier pâtre (the Shepherd...
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