Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime,—
Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time,—
Is more with compassed mysteries musical;
Nay, not in Spring’s or Summer’s sweet footfall
More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeathes
Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes
Even from its shadowed contour on the wall.

As many men are poets in their youth,
But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong
Even through all change the indomitable song;
So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth
Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth,
Upon this beauty’s power shall wreak no wrong.

herr fayce
obsccurred
a mysterie
tho shadowe-veiled
alle maye see
reflektions of
the daye jusste gonne
or warninge of
tomorrowes storm

softe herr lyghte
for lovers eyes
indifferent to
ourre mortal heartes
yet woven thru
alle ourre lyves
sylvarre moone
bequeathes herr lyghte

brokenne heartes
as dryftwoode laye
'pon these
silent shores
sweppte awaye
'pon sylvarre seas
'neathe
herr crowne
of starrs...
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This truest love, triumphantly
   is a bird of prey
marauding 'twain these grayest skies and tenured gain
dine with blessed distinction,
feathered queen!
And any mice caught in between-
   For does my love in summer's rain
prey on the solace of my nightly dreams

Do gauge my love as span of wings
   the distance 'tween each finger
Her wings are spread and through the sky
she soars in arcs and swirls
Each and every blissless night,
   she passes coyly o'erhead,
The curtain in my blood unfurls
and this presence ever lingers-

Perched aloof and tauntingly in a bending oak
she says: "These stars that hover
             above the sky I disbelieve-
           Their palaver, quaint and lasting,
             I disbelieve-
They grip and guide my flutters as an ever-tightn'ng yoke."
Each hand I place o'er the other,
'til each branch is a rung, ladder to the moon.
Said: "And coldly does this horrib' moon smile,
        she laughs 'til my tail is the dust
        each stroke of hours and minutes speak to me
        this cunning moon pours in our hearts this lust-
           How could these shambles any trust?"
This sky, though blacken'd,
cannot rend apart what's happened,
and all it sees with terrible eyes
can prevent not this love fore'er mend-

She glode politely out o' reach,
To soar delightly by me-
Said: "I see the jilted morning glory
           bowing to the moon.
       Each stalk twines traitoriously
           a capsulating swoon-
       Each fruit it bears bequeathes 'nto me
       callous forms of elliptic bracts,
       eats as nothing more than flax-"

For every morning glory's betray'l
I'll harvest ten thousand Orchids from the meadow's fringe,
plucked from the margins of the bog-
This love is not a passing arc
that follows does that jealous moon-
I'll trek the acid, foy an' dinge,
and, if those mice do not erstwhile dine on this orchid's seeds,
that which lays dormant, 'neath the leaves
will send up freshly blooming stalks.

But to pass from beige to puce to rose
bequeathes a choice, I do suppose,
A choice of whence thy shall or shan't
corral thy name or curse thy can't.
Hold it high or cast it out
Regardless, LET-THY-LOUD-VOICE-SHOUT !
....For he who wears his mantle thin
Forever then, be clad in sin.
M.

as it can b

here’s it-cursed
tossed,crossed,
lost-indentation
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects  -  ”as you like it,man
“missed Ann entire year this year “
  &   ,repeat man
  & ,re-did
off the racks,tip toes  may-b
born    born - born    born to b

from there to the--comatose

“  the probabilities ”,man
&then comes-
comes-&then goes
&comes-&comes-
the  shenanigans,,  man
easy come easy go ,,go

she ,howlssays
the finale, now!
comes-
comes-comes-&comes-


rendezvous,, the definationn
inept incept  product uncutt n undone
it don’t
it  
bequeathes,,,,

In what is
in between jac and jill

“jesus, man”



here, a tar pit  the yellowed trees all that eyes  see cherry blossom through
&through and through and through and through and through
if it soothes-----reanimations
so many many ages ago
“probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt,, it seems
“the drudge  magenta!,
as i knoww itt”
well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer
the white linens the blue coats the finest
frivolities all that  is pristine

a well laid dining table
a desk to write read eat
a tree outside
the never ending vanity fair

“that  the magic will live  never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot  

“ patterns  emerge   as my prime
whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
  

a cup of tea-- tells Jon
“as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /
double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the  wriggling the  implausible imposing  
,, nibble ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ...
we are all  only supercilious  there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells

“to which i may”,tells jill

as it can b

here’s it-cursed
tossed,crossed,
lost-indentation
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects  -  ”as you like it,man
“missed Ann entire year this year “
  &   ,repeat man
  & ,re-did
off the racks,tip toes  may-b
born    born - born    born to b

from there to the--comatose

“  the probabilities ”,man
&then comes-
comes-&then goes
&comes-&comes-
the  shenanigans,,  man
easy come easy go ,,go

she ,howlssays
the finale, now!
comes-
comes-comes-&comes-


rendezvous,, the definationn
inept incept  product uncutt n undone
it don’t
it  
bequeathes,,,,

In what is
in between jac and jill

“jesus, man”



here, a tar pit  the yellowed trees all that eyes  see cherry blossom through
&through and through and through and through and through
if it soothes-----reanimations
so many many ages ago
“probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt,, it seems
“the drudge  magenta!,
as i knoww itt”
well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer
the white linens the blue coats the finest
frivolities all that  is pristine

a well laid dining table
a desk to write read eat
a tree outside
the never ending vanity fair

“that  the magic will live  never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot  

“ patterns  emerge   as my prime
whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
  

a cup of tea-- tells Jon
“as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /
double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the  wriggling the  implausible imposing  
,, nibble ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ...
we are all  only supercilious  there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells

“to which i may”,tells jill