SPIRITUAL GATES
BY A PENINSULA WANDERER SAT
HE SKETCHED UNEVEN VALLEY GRAVES
ORATOR FOLLOWS THE UNIVERSE
AND RADIO THE LATEST NEWS
APOSTLE GAVE ALMS TO THE MEEK
VOLCANOS BURST, WITH SULPHUR THAT REEK
JOY RIDES IN STUPENDOUS COVER
LURING LIVING FOR THE OTHER
SPIRITUAL GATES - SPIRITUAL GATES
WANDERER CHOSE HIS SPOT OF REST
SUMMER AND SMOKE SOON WERE THE PAST
MARBLE CLOUDS SUPPORT THE SEA
DOLPHINS STILL PLAY JOYFULLY
APOSTLE CONVEYS HIS DISCIPLINE
ARCHED HORIZON BUILDS MEMORIES
HISTORIANS ARE FILLED WITH ADORATION
DULL LIPS WITH COMMEMORATIONS
SPIRITUAL GATES – SPIRITUAL GATES
[According to the poem „Emblems of Conduct“ by Hart Crane]
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THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME
NO MATTER WHY, NO MATTER WHAT MEN SAID
NOT MATTER WHAT SHE WAS, LIVING OR DEAD
FAITHFUL OR NOT, HE LOVED HER ALL THE SAME
THE STORY WAS AS OLD AS HUMAN SHAME
EVER SINCE THAT LONELY NIGHT SHE FLED
WITH BOOKS TO BLIND HIM, HE HAD ONLY READ
THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME
STORY OLD – AS HUMAN SHAME
THERE SHE WAS ALWAYS COMING PRETTY SOON
WITH EYES THAT HAD THE LAUGHTER OF THE MOON
TO FOOL HIM BACK, WITH PENITANT SCARED SMILE
HER KISSES WERE THE KEYS TO PARADISE
EVER SINCE THAT LONELY NIGHT SHE FLED
WITH BOOKS TO BLIND HIM, HE HAD ONLY READ
THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME
STORY OLD – AS HUMAN SHAME
[According to the poem „The Story of the Ashes and the Flame“ by Edwin A. Robinson]
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YOUR SWEET ROSE
SHALL I NOT SMELL YOUR SWEET OH, SHARON'S ROSE
SHALL YOUR SWEET LEAVES THEIR BEUTEOUS SWEETS UPCLOSE
SHALL NOT MINE EYE SALUTE SOUR BEAUTY, WHY?
AS HALF ASHAMED MY SIGHT SHOULD ON IT LIE
FOR THIS MY SIGHS - SHALL BE IN GRAIN
OFFERED ON SORROW'S ALTAR ALL THE SAME
EARTH ONCE WAS PARADISE OF HEAVEN BELOW
BUT SOON THIS PARADISE WAS CHASED AND GONE
INK-FACED SIN - HAD IT WITH POISON STOCKED
NOW IT'S THE UPMOST LOFT IN ITS GLORY LOCKED
BUT YOU SWEET LORD - WITH YOUR GOLDEN KEY
UNLOCKED THE DOOR, AND MADE THE GOLDEN DAY
SHALL HEAVEN AND EARTH'S BRIGHT GLORY ALL UP LIE
SHALL YOU SIT ROSE AT TABLE WHERE AM I
I'M SUNBEAM BUNDLED IN THE SUN IN THEE
DO SIT HER, CARVE A MORSEL SWEET FOR ME
SO MUCH AS BEFORE - OH SPRINGE LORD
YOUR ROSY LEAVES AND THEIR GLEE AFFORD
[According to the poem „The Reflection“ by Edward Taylor]
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Post je objavljen 22.11.2016. u 17:02 sati.