Category Archives: Poetry

The Forbidden Rose

Posted on January 4, 2019 by anthonyhowelljournal

Honoured to have my poem set to music and sung so sweetly. I find it plays better on Youtube at 480 p. Battista Pradal (1964) The Forbidden Rose, for Tenor and Cello. Poem by Anthony Howell. Alessandro Cortello, tenor Riccardo … Continue reading →

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A CHAPERONE

Posted on December 23, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

The monkeys are in among the mangoes. As for the lovely one, she is emerging from Under the trees, the trees laden with mangoes And monkeys.  She’s ambling out of the grove   Bearing the nail marks left by the … Continue reading →

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THE BOBOS OF MACRON

Posted on December 17, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  The Bobos never man the barricades or burn the town. They’re unimpressed by crowds that weaken one’s identity. The very verb ‘to man’ offends their feminist vocabulary. What matters more, to them, is ridding us of fossil fuels, Wicked … Continue reading →

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THE MORTUARY OF ART

Posted on December 17, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  To wander through this mortuary of art Underneath a flyover at Clignancourt Is sad not solemn – unlike Père Lachaise – For this is where the unmemorable makes its unsung exit.   Bland landscapes on hardboard, lifeless drawings From … Continue reading →

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Statius: Silvae

Posted on November 22, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

STATIUS: SILVAE Sleep, Silence’ child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief opprest; Lo, by thy charming rod all breathing things … Continue reading →

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The Ancients

Posted on October 18, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

THE ANCIENTS My career began with an entrechat huit. Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet, Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim Who was once a neuro-physicist Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist Who can do a U-turn through a … Continue reading →

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SHAME

Posted on August 16, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

So how would you translate “Dommage”? The town is closed, remorselessly. Only the tourists arrive. Erroneously migrating birds Landing on a mirage, They go to roost among gargoyles Because the quays refuse To open up their mouldering lids For these … Continue reading →

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SOUPIR ANCIÈN

Posted on August 16, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  Lord, preserve the hem Above the knees. Below the thighs,   Their back view allows That each such structure easily Defeats wealth, undoes   The gaze. It doesn’t take Enormous eyes, Just an upright pair   Of knees de … Continue reading →

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Anthony Howell and his Disenchanted Sow

Posted on July 17, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

Anthony Howell and his Disenchanted Sow   They do say never wrestle with a pig, you both get filthy. So, instead, strip naked on a busy Belfast street, assume the crouch of a submissive mate – porcine-cubic, promising – to … Continue reading →

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In Defence of Obscenity

Posted on July 15, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

Interesting post here In Defense of Obscenity

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