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Category: Literature and Poetry
Monsignor Joseph Clifford Fenton’s Review of ‘The Leonard Feeney Omnibus’
THE AMERICAN ECCLESIASTICAL REVIEW, Feb, 1944. THE LEONARD FEENEY OMNIBUS. A Collection of Prose and Verse Old and New. New York, Sheed and Ward, 1943. Pp. xiv + 399. $3.00.
The Pygmies
I count my pygmies, one by one, The nearly finished, half-begun, Bedraggled poems I have written, Companioned by a clock and kitten, On littered desk, by candle-light, Locked in my chamber late at night,
Finale
When the Angel has blown on his trumpet a rat-a-tat-tat, And the final encounter of armies is finished and fought;
Three Soldiers
Three soldiers rose up from their tents And went to join their regiments. And one said: “Captain, I report Because I think the war is sport!”
Miserere
One’s faith has little nightmares It easily survives: — Divorcing lust and Luther, Henry and lots of wives.
The Duel
One of us must surrender Ere this affair is done. I beg You — for it could not be — That You be not the one.
Memento For My Mourner
Think you, if this were I, You would be let to cry? Were it I, for your sake, Think you I would not wake?
To One Created
There are three persons I admire tremendously and love the most, And these are God, The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost. I admire them the most because beyond all others they are
A Prayer For Protestants
May God be kind to captive fish Who dwell in little bowls and wish To swim, and can’t, and have no notion
Good News
The night before Our Lord was born Saint Joseph went about forlorn, Knocking at doors from left to right, Knocking at every door in sight,
Pianissimo
My meager brightness must I dim: Curtail my scanty skill; My little well, below the brim,
In Praise Of Electrons
Lest I should ever be mistaken for a mad Manichaean, Who am enamored of realities maybe not three-dimensioned enough, I hereby praise God loudly for all measurements and materials, Foliage, flesh, fabric and fiber, substance and stuff.
Refusal To Cast The First Stone
If in the sin you now confess There was one tithe of tenderness;
Resurrection
In crocus fashion, sunlight-wise, The Body of Our Lord Slipped through the stone-bound sepulchre, Streamed through the soldier’s sword. Though stripped and whipped and spat upon, Sundered with nail and spear, Thus did our dust in Him prevail At the … Continue reading