Poetry by Carl Hildebrand: “The Trothing Supper”
I O Italy! When winter groweth young and dies, When grim leans gay and dirges merrily, And corpsey-husks late wan burst blossoming, And dip and…
Carl Hildebrand
Poetry by Carl Hildebrand: “Historia vera unionis non falsae”
¶ When Pope held forth to Emperor the orb That Caesar clasped in long-lost Rome benighted, It fell beneath the nations being born Trampled to…
Poetry by Carl Hildebrand: “The Covenant of Baal”
¶ Give me your children ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶And your infants On the altar of my laud. Your sons my priested eunuchs And your girls my sterile harlots…
Poetry by Carl Hildebrand: “Epitaph for a Neo-Con”
¶ So fearful of a hell he claimed to scorn, He longed to bring to foreign lands The living hell of war. ¶ — Carl…