This is the time of feasting after the fast. A festal, restless type are we; when sabbath rain spills rivers, we fill our skins, though they do not last us through the week, for we boast, leaking bombast on our cushions, in our robes, and we shiver, emptied by the self- praise we deliver.
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vessels
Posted in poemata on October 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
poema I
Posted in poemata on May 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The stars mingle and revert, allocating their positions to one another; They dance for God; their circuit is a theatrical performance, and the rings Of Saturn and Jupiter, though slices of ice and rock, and vast, sound out as the vital Strumming of Spanish guitars – do we know the chords of cosmic euphony? Can [...]
