Tag: old poem
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Cernunnos
This feast Cernunnos made for you Incense peels temporary wraiths, gyring to gladetop Deep drain circling blood thrice cough He hath prepared it mindfully knowing all things, toward some hidden end Past a heaving, heathen throat stings Deep drain toward higher purpose. In woods he told me I have seen him dancing More often this…
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Mariner; Wayward
Pensive sailor muses portside Pale waning moonlight sops his brow Wind scuffles tousled dun headed Whereboundnow? Beneath stained windows Bombay’s mughalificence Thousand-hued Byzantine domes shimmering Palmed avenues above port million-stoned-studded pasty rows Tarry briefly. Hard-earned, hard-seized pried from the cold, dead hands of reluctant natives Fought their wretched corner, crimson-sash Captain muttering in cups Every…
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Lonely Star
When I’m lonely I go most boldly Toward the furthest star O’er hill and dale through sleet and hail To where I hope you are. Upon yonder hill And nearer still To that cold and lonely star I spy your form upon a rock Where on misty morn a bird might cock Of a sudden…