Jeffrey Hull

Manager, Maxfield Parrish


He's more flesh than spirit,
   He's more weak than strong;
Truth–he will not hear it,
   He's less right than wrong.

Sadder than he's wiser,
   He's more old than young;
Sleepless early riser,
   His songs die unsung.


© 2006 Jeffrey Hull

An examination of Modern Man, and perhaps a modern man.

This will probably be it for a "while." 108 poems where before there were none. I'll announce any new postings if there are any to my e-mail list. For now, other major projects will consume most of my energy.

In the age of television and Internet distractions, it is not such a bad idea to reflect on what Emily Dickinson wrote in her room a century and a half ago:

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away
Nor any courses like a page of prancing poetry
This traverse may the poorest take without oppress of toil
How frugal is the chariot that bears the human soul!

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. See that you don't waste yours.

Gee, Jeff, I'm sad to read your announcement -- but who am I to complain about people stopping blogging? Good luck in your new projects, and keep in touch. And thanks for the parting advice, which comes straight at me