As fleet as greyhound she travels light,
in sojourn sought to prove her promise.
Letters, soft as springtime’s silky rain,
revive, relighten the borderlands.
And as regal dame steps down from carriage
their broken hearts repair souls’ marriage.
The torch is lit anew! It burns brightly
and sparks, smoking, as does a candle caught
by smoldering strike of sulf’rous match.
O revenants!
O gardeners of the gloom, beware tonight!
This dusk must thou creep and crawl,
wallowing back to thine tombs,
for this twilight bears the torch of true faith!
Here an Adam, here an Eve,
have brought the fruit to their ashen mouths; bitten!
The slick soft core, tasted for the first time:
pulpy, sweet and redolent of summer-time and stormy seascape, but too, Elysium.
Senses swell, overwhelmed,
as thrumming thunder wakes
in cumulonimbus clouds invading
first the heavens, driving forth
the sun, which hurriedly flees behind the hills.
The warm winds and wet earth,
which decadent, fall on naked youths who play
at heathen heat in hurricane’s rage.
Long, tossed tangles of hallowed hair,
willow branches, whipped wind whirls
as earth is shaken in divine delight.
And thus, the storm passes, its fury spent
in moments, like the melting of a ’berg
in molten blast of desert burning.
Here on this mainland, through this tempest,
the torch now burn’d bright, and burns anew.
Alas! Could years pass as quick as that?
Couldst Time, angry at its impotence and
failure to break the bonds of men, re-seize
the sun, the summer storms, and hide them here
’neath Winter’s wrath? Aye, for the fawning age
of paradise passes, and celestial mourning
is here and naught shall ease for eons hence.
’Tis but a play of pretense past; presently,
aye, fought again within that mainland.
Again was played that dullest drama:
knight leaves home for buxom blond.
Aye, she was a fair dame, though not so fair
as one should wish. For knights grow old
and tire of treaties, wish of war again to ride.
Alas, they forget they keep a homeland,
a hamlet safe, that none should harm.
But forth he rode in radiant armor,
forth he rode with shield shining…
encountered not one fearsome foe
for worthy war to wearily wage.
Like knights through ages, bored as such,
without a wound for lance to pierce,
he thus turned home, secure of that.
Alas, the fiefdom has been fought for:
a valiant lad who knelt and stay’d,
known loyal to the castle’s cause.
“Come forth! Come forth and fight!”
Knight’s challenge issues o’er the fields and farms of wheat.
But seeking to save the lives of lovers,
forth the princess angry came.
“You were he who left dominion;
you were he, left sword behind.”
And thus she held aloft, luminous,
that which he’d harbored for years before.
Missed, forlorn, alone at his bedside—
left on that hurried morning months ago.
“It is thine,” she says, she spaketh,
“But such is what remains for thee.”
“But summer storms”—and so he hails her—
“Places peppered with our pain. Shared so much,
had we forever, shall we give such ever end?”
She nods.
Anew is armed that far-off tower,
again the blades and battles blaze,
burning o’er the bordering kingdom.
There a tower, grey near gravesites
which litter its eastern edges, rises, ripp’d
stones built pointing towards the starscape.
Hidden betwixt its broken borders,
stirs the knight whose dream hath ceased.
At his side there sleeps a scabbard.
Though his head is bare of helmet,
and his chest is
sans le plastron
,
he is geared for that battle;
he is fitted for the fighting,
though he no longer loves the gore.
Knowledge now will make him master
like he was of men before.
This knight straps on his new-made cuirass,
solemn he lifts misshap’d shield.
The armies cometh, annihilation,
and yet he stands and stares at sky.
“’Tis I. Know that I am unchangeable—
like the mountains I stand,
and will withstand the might of mortals, for I must.
I shall survive throughout the ages,
and I shall be when you return.
These armies are infants, beneath my might
strengthened by solitude and polish’d by pain.
In these travels, in these travails, I know—
I pray, I shall stay faithful, to thee,
ami
,
and thus to myself.”
Il y a quelque chose plus grand que moi ou toi
;
C’est nous. Et j’usque-là, je peux batailler seulement
.
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THE SELKIE BRIDE
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DIVINE FANTASY
A CURIOUS AFFAIR
DIVINE NIGHT
WRIT ON WATER
DIVINE MADNESS
THE SAINT
THE MASTER
DIVINE FIRE
STILL LIFE
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OUTSIDERS
TRAVELER
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DOMINION
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AMARANTHA
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MANON
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February 2005
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