David Lewiston Sharpe
Biography of David Lewiston Sharpe
David has been writing poetry for over fifteen years and has been working primarily on an open-ended sonnet sequence since early 1999. This work began as a response to two journeys through Egypt, with the 'Fifteen Theban Sonnets', and has continued with themes of history and inner psychological transformations; memory and time are common refrains in this sequence. He is also engaged on a long terza rima poem that is planned to run to twenty-one cantos. He is primarily a musical composer, having had his Piano Concerto premiered by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra in London, UK.
David Lewiston Sharpe Poems
At The City Gates
No war-machine or ram, nor Jericho-shouts and blasts Will bring these city gates and walls to crumble down; Though yet, says time, no proud eternal city lasts.
There is no finer junction in the spectrum Than that abutment found of blue and green, Not gold and silver’s marriage as electrum Will ever be the equal, nor has it ever been.
With sullen grandeur, a melted, frozen arm Of out-stretched land rests coldly, tearfully, Embraced by the cool, caressing, kissing sea And revelling in its elemental charm;
That kiss of greeting doubled as goodbye. But when you sat beside me in the hall, The cold worlds coalesced in one warm sigh, Affirming for an instant this was all
At The City Gates
No war-machine or ram, nor Jericho-shouts and blasts
Will bring these city gates and walls to crumble down;
Though yet, says time, no proud eternal city lasts.
What war, how many armies, will cause to tumble down
These firm defensive walls? I’ve sent them all to die
It seems – a sad achievement’s humble crown,
Too quickly won. Not heard without, the voices cry –