Poetry & fiction that make new the spirit of literature
Your songs are like An angel's harp One thousand horns Blown by Israfel Your dance is like A water drop Naiads on water lilies Exalted by the daffodilies Your bust be like Two moons Cosmic sculptors Chiseled thee And your eyes Shine divine Minerva's light With Athena's likeness Casting shadows on your lips Which hold... Continue Reading →
Words They echo on Across Valkyrie skies Across Valhallan sunsets Across fields of arcadia Across prairies of thanatos Words They echo on Across Babylonian Gates Across tales of Gilgamesh Across stars of Cosmopolis Across robotic tears Words They echo on Across Germanic princesses Across dreaming castles Across Caesarean heroes Across Sistine Chapels Words They echo... Continue Reading →
Beneath the veil of Kiara Lie one thousand mysteries The wonders of the earth And those sagely epiphanies And her eyes are a miracle: Virgins giving birth Psalms becoming lyrical Does she hide beneath her veil The Night of Majesty? More holy than one thousand months A pair of crescent moons In shape of rosy... Continue Reading →
I Old World's Yolk The echoes of time Are heard Like wind blowing Through Sakura petals Whistle whistle Can a fragrance Be heard? In the march Of history The footsteps Run silent Under the Boister of Drum and trumpet The fragrance is lost In the whistling Of the wind And yet When dawn Approaches The... Continue Reading →
In your psyche More wisdom be Then the bust Of Pallas In your soul More honesty Than the prophets, In their Ivory Palace And your heart, The beauty that it holds The realm in which It reside Be that cherub’s smile In paradise It’s rhythm, The ode to joy That ushered in The universe That... Continue Reading →
To get at The beautiful To grasp it As it slips Through your hands Like a fine sand The further You pursue The further She will run And so beauty Be like a woman? Forever the opposite Of what she appears? Her meaning, In contrary To what she says? And is beauty, truth? Then is... Continue Reading →
I worship you Every bone Every tendon And joint That grounds Your structure And your Heavenly form That floats above The curve of Your bosom Is the Progenitor Of my existence My fountain in A desert land Your hair is Like a fine stroke Of calligraphy Flowing and black And most of all Beautiful Like... Continue Reading →
So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood How light the Lethe whose past is blind So heavy, men who recollect the Flood How shallow be the free and spotless mind How shallow be the free How shackled be the kind How monstrous be the men Unbound who do not bind What weight do hold... Continue Reading →
Summary: Antigone tells the story of the daughters of Oedipus, Antigone and Ismene. After the fall of Oedipus, his son Eteocles becomes the king of Thebes. Polynieces, brother to Eteocles, wages war against Thebes and both the brothers die in battle. After their death, Creon assumes the role of king and decides that while Eteocles... Continue Reading →
I sat and looked into the wall Oh what did I conjure? The wall was white and chipped and tall To where did I ponder? I heard my mother’s frightened yelp Oh which sweet ode was sung? The bang the scratch the yells for help For which noblesse harp strung? “Do as I say.” I... Continue Reading →
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