Share this postAuthor's Picks for the Month of Mayjacksongunnbarrett.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherAuthor's Picks for the Month of MayJackson Gunn BarrettMay 31, 2024∙ Paid2Share this postAuthor's Picks for the Month of Mayjacksongunnbarrett.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherShareHer EyesJackson Gunn Barrett·May 18I feared to meet them when they rested On my own that sought to fly them Following still – as if they tested My commitment to defy them! Oh! how could I have known if she Was moved by interest in me, Or vanity? But, when I felt their gaze was lifted, Mine turned swiftly back and sought them – Yet less swiftly than they shifted Back to mine…Read full storyHer DreamJackson Gunn Barrett·May 12Noon lifts a finger to his lips And sweetly hushes All, save where wind or river slips Between the rushes. Upon the grasses of the hill Where we’ve been laid, The heavy-headed lilacs spill The sweetest shade. The ever-rippling water flings Along the white Old bridge’s brickwork waves and rings Of rolling light. ‘Mid chervil-beds a …Read full storyJackson’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.SubscribeInferno, Canto V, ll 25 - 30 Jackson Gunn Barrett·May 9Now the far notes of agony begin To make their first impressions on my ear. Now, stricken by the sound, I stand within A region whose infernal atmosphere, Mute of all light, rebellows like the sea When adverse winds against its currents steer... The Original: Or incomincian le dolenti note A farmisi sentire; or son venuto Là dove molto …Read full storySurreal DreamJackson Gunn Barrett·May 16Surreal dream, what ghastly lair Did you leave last night to bear These pictures to my mind, and where After, did you go? Tell me, is the place the same To which you go, from which you came – And, on each way, what hidden aim Spurs you to and fro?Read full storyBluebellsJackson Gunn Barrett·May 10The bluebells are ringing In the hands of the morning wind...Jackson’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Read full storyGustavo Adolfo Bécquer - Rima XXIJackson Gunn Barrett·May 10“What is poetry?” you say as you fix On mine your blue Eyes. Poetry! You’re asking me? Poetry… is you. The Original: "¿Qué es poesía?" dices, mientras clavas En mi pupila tu pupila azul, ¡Qué es poesía! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas? Poesía... eres tú.Read full storyHer Eyes Are Like The Changing LeavesJackson Gunn Barrett·May 21Her eyes are like the changing leaves Of early autumn – when, between Their shade, the hand of morning weaves Threads of sunlight in serene Russet rings amid the green. Jackson’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Read full storyJackson’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To re…SubscribeThis post is for paid subscribersSubscribeAlready a paid subscriber? Sign in