Sunday, December 25, 2016

Poem #57 With upward eyes to the ground

No, no make your partners mystery’s-
wakeful shadow when heaven weeping
drops cutting a morning rose
rave peerless eyes
beauty whose had pleasure sips
delight has seen none
against the sadness of trophies
that time claims but has not won
immortal verse leaving no moral
youth still another hundred pages
woo thee thy smiles where sought
by the unheard murmuring men
and other worshipers of the day
passion and mirth before
 fair maid of your soul
heaven too see them
seated under daisies
their heads in summer spring and fall
not a senseless philosophic number
histories high teach us earth born
speak sorrow passion glory shame
every day wisdom left your soul
lived in regions new
ail thee wither sing
fall has come
ail thee harvest’s done
anguish fast
met full beautiful a child
dreamed pale
who cried warming gasping wide
the last four lines
withered no bird sings
discovery the realms of gold
she holds them pure serene
watcher of the new planets and stars
silent perhaps for her there is hope
flowers mind the pleasant weed
he rests beside there shrills
a strange warmth as they cling to him
to keep bright stars with them
soft-fallen mask to gaze endlessly
sweet unrest to bathe within emotion
and avoid its death
souls happy
drink the wine of daisy and smelling the rain
that had come
a new old sigh,
tavern of the minds spoke filled with
the ancient story felicity
you cannot north go,
the east does not please you
the west a cruller slumber settling
the south a passed joy
steel it from the rosary
his prayer strange words
that know only stone castles
and not the barren maiden
the sculptured dead sweet Venus
imprisoned in black
Northward
Aged and poor only wearing golden tongue
The joys still sung upon pages
With pictures of landscapes
The door was wide
Angels did come
All to human their wings crossed
Triumphs gay
Of old romance
Old dames speak
Their beauties, lily white, passed
With upward eyes to the ground
This whim
Pass by to be the child
That picture the petals
And sigh at the passing of another year
Breathing quick and short
She sighs pain restored
Fair fancy each moment still young
Beside him worship unseen
But read so easily
Old beldame she knew his face
Cursed thee tame like a ghost
Away good saints follow me
Brushing secret pillars
In a witches mind
Full of mazes of times
A simple enemy to defeat
The aged word the riddle book
Because they could not understand
Enchantments legends old
Pray good angels
No harm come to her
Find grace a poor prayers gentle speech
burning deep of sorrow of promise
pale never do demons pay their depth it seemed
that they to shared in wishes
lady stood slowly passed
eyes dim she turned she comes

out went 

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