Poetry History & the Sea .

prose

Poetry as she lay dying wrenched, "all this! a ruse for fools!" then bitter peace chased pain's courageous mask, leaking bloodstained tears: my heavy breath knew her fading soul dismayed.

despite his wars, History had never lost so much before, nor ever any better; beside his drooping frame i dripped my gloomy legs into her earthless grave. shallow sympathy: i, with so few years will never comprehend such grief.

perambulating shores excogitating thoughts as deep as nothing: "where will she go?" i asked. then, momentous as such pastel sky, the Sea! took up my dirge within his birds: in haunting, salty cries and beady eyes.

i woke to find such partial men who live whole lives without all three. they never know! lost is the further life, within: as triune silhouettes are these dreams deep within the forest's shade where trees are thoughts! but oft forgot these Three, whence all ancient seedlings sprang.


poem

Poetry
as she lay dying,
wrenched "all this!
a ruse for fools!"
then bitter peace
chased pain's courageous
mask, leaking bloodstained tears:
my heavy breath
knew that her fading soul
dismayed.

despite his wars,
History
had never lost
so much
before
nor ever any better;
beside his frame i dripped
my gloomy legs
into her earthless grave.
shallow sympathy:
i, with my few years
would never comprehend
such grief.

perambulating
shores
excogitating,
i asked within:
"where will she go?"
then, momentous as such pastel sky
the Sea! took up my dirge
within his birds:
in haunting, salty cries
and beady eyes.

i woke
to find such partial men who live
whole lives
without all three.
they never know!
lost is the further life, within:
as triune silhouettes
these dreams are deep
within a forest's shade.
the trees are thoughts!
but oft forgot
these Three, whence all ancient
seedlings sprang.




11/08
10/5/08