Tag: poem
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Hunters Temple of Spear and Sand
Seven pillars upright the temple Inside a man Angels gladly redoubt thereto Gilding it for God Banners billowing constant No feast unwined, all rests observed Gifts: tongues, scents, gold of a form Wisdoms seven magics five, extol the man Sephirah of the bridged stars Leading us to which Destiny Abundant the earthly forms Violent and…
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Two poets arguing metre
Verses mode Before them sud streaked mugs five times drained Englanders using Guinness kegs to make acephalic pints A big rasher wearing a monk’s habit Too much ludicrousness for this reasonable world, Will you or Will I shake spears at it Spurned to speech, some event; speak, speak Shaking his speech appears as murmur disappears…
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.