Tag: apollo
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Gold’s Gold
Isle of Jura, house of rabbits Fortune in the firegrate, wind displaced This place solemn and solitary Far on the fringes, in thrall of idolatry My eyes like Durer’s beholding Montezuma’s boons and treasures Beaten gold inches thick, the sun’s shape Lord of the world, known to the wordless and the wealthless Last to finish…
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The sun rising as it has not in some time
Sunrise glorious, more than recent times Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield Vaster than recalled Tutelary star. Sunrise as has…