

The Triolet WomenThe triolet women speak in threes And never know beyond their woven thread. With whispers of discs and memories The triolet women speak, in threes. They touch soul's dreaming as disease And weave the world within their web. The triolet women speak in threes And never know beyond their woven thread.The Triolet Women


Aristeas"For he said Apollo had come into their country... and that he who was now Aristeas had followed him. Not, however in his present form, but in the shape of a raven." -The History of Herodotus, Book IV.Aristeas
Do you try to see some kind of well-painted portrait, Do you see a pattern, like a shadowy portent That speaks of intent or a concordant order In the curve of the earth, the eyes of your lover?
The world may be beautiful, but there's no art The raven's lone pattern's the beat of his heart A counterpoint to the world's dissonant pulse While gods vainly steer the fina


The 'Potamus of the LakeThe sloshing lake laconic lies Its waters stir beneath the sun As lazing hippopotami That wallow dreaming once days done. In sluggish sleep the hippo shrugs And waves go rippling tiredly Its pondrous weight it slowly lugs With slothful, tranquil lethargy. As birds will perch on hippo-brow The goslings waddle on the bank A swan patrols the fishful shoal And ducks go swimming, rank by rank. A teeming school of gleam-clad fish Are Jonahs within hippo-gut The water marks out with a swish Where turtles swimming figures jut. A youth letThe 'Potamus of the Lake


Comes the KingdomAfter the burning stone altars Where the supplicants bow to mock suns After the column has faltered In the ruins of the dead pantheon After the book has been written By the hands of oracular kings After the dead man seems risen And crusaders loose arrows and slings Comes the Kingdom.Comes the Kingdom
After the clockworks rotations Have bound up with order the world After precise cogitations Have fixed the free stars that ought whirl After cold clinical reason Resolves man into tables and math After an enlightened season Of smokestacks and pu
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