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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