Jan 2019
Beyond thoughts
use is the power of
her beauty; for my
soul is caught in
the sight of her, and
my heart in
its turn.
Her eyes
like long tapered
leaves, like vessels
sharply prowed,
subtle in their weight
and depth of
cognizance-
twin edged
they gleam,
and knowledge
is in them.
And her voice!
As the sounds of
growing things and
the cello's weaving
her words are song
and her song the
symphony.
Like the stone rippling
and a cat content,
like the sweet bell
when hearts are
wearied.
Beauty!
For thou, and thou
alone
I contend.
use is the power of
her beauty; for my
soul is caught in
the sight of her, and
my heart in
its turn.
Her eyes
like long tapered
leaves, like vessels
sharply prowed,
subtle in their weight
and depth of
cognizance-
twin edged
they gleam,
and knowledge
is in them.
And her voice!
As the sounds of
growing things and
the cello's weaving
her words are song
and her song the
symphony.
Like the stone rippling
and a cat content,
like the sweet bell
when hearts are
wearied.
Beauty!
For thou, and thou
alone
I contend.
This is an old piece I wrote after watching James and the Giant Peach. I was rather taken with the spider. It has though in the editing process taken on a form other than I intended. Instead of praising the beauty that is peculiar to its subject only, it has rather come to portray my concept of feminine beauty in general. Therefore the title, "Ode to a Spider" may not be the best fit. Ode to Beauty, perhaps. I leave it as it is, however, in tribute to the original.
