Biography of Uriah Hamilton
A writer in search of the right word combinations to capture beauty and truth. The trail of beauty he is following begins with King David watching a woman bathe across a rooftop and then fasting for a dying child, then to Walt Whitman making poetic long lines with Emersonian ideas while saluting prostitutes, then to Paul Verlaine shooting the young Arthur Rimbaud who flees poetry to run guns in Africa, somewhere beauty's face becomes more appealing in Emily Dickinson's bedroom than any other place until T. S. Eliot achieves perfection with Prufrock and then Allen Ginsberg Howls in conformist America while Jack Kerouac drinks in a lonely spiritual sadness, all before the advent of the beautiful gypsy Bob Dylan singing with the voice of righteous indignation.
The elusive trail of beauty and truth must be followed if never satisfactorily found.
Uriah Hamilton Poems
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing
Outside a party store
Where the lonely purchase their wine;
Her boyfriend had left her behind
In the soft caress
Of the moonlight’s
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
I have immense affection for poets,
Those desperate lovers who often lose
All vestiges of sanity in amorous pursuits.
Propertius lived and wrote in Rome
A few decades before the birth of Christ,
He wrote passionately
Of his tumultuous relationship with Cynthia,
Cursing ships and seas when they took her away.