Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Elusion
The ideal forms elude me
no more could I give my words
the sonnet form of Will or John
than I could build the Pantheon
or take into my arms Antinous
as did Hadrian armed to command
Athens Rome Alexandria Agape
For it is summer's end and August
now is nothing like august Augustus
my debts no emperor's nonetheless
tie my hands making ever more distant
life on the Mediterranean ancient
excesses of bliss and Eros on a god's isle
where longing lapses into Sappho's smile
Outside my artificial cave rain storms thunder
tearing the drowning face of Antinous asunder
Jack 8-13-15
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