September 5th, 2002

Nescafe rabbit

A few poems....(1) From the refrigerator door.

It's busy. So very very busy...and I don't have time to write much. So I do it with that blasted magnetic poetry.

he summers here in
     whispered springtime worship
   behind a forest
          misted like the wind
 --asks: when will these
        delirious purple moments
recall the smooth and languid
       sleep of sin?

and singing sweet
       of luscious places shadowed,
    of dreaming under
           sordid bitter moons;
bare petall'd power 
  floods the diamond winter
       and death is yet a beauty--
     all too soon.
           NsB 02-09-02
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Nescafe rabbit

A few poems (2) In the middle of the night.

This one only bears explaining for those who aren't familiar with my own imagery. Ask, if you really want to know.
And I - I am the raven
     That rare and radiant maiden
   Emboldened by the shadows
          Of the night's forgotten lore

Be silent, ancient craven!
        For thou with lies are laden
    I am not now thy maiden
             And will be nevermore

My soul is now forsaken
         to he who's tamed the raven
      And reaches 'cross the shadows
            To recall the long-lost lore

For I - I am the raven
          That midnight-tressed maiden
    Begone, ye ancient craven!
       Beset me nevermore!

No more send fair lords laden
        With gifts for maid and maiden
     She loves no more thy shadows
  Will hear not now thy lore

Her soul by one is taken
           The lay of night forsaken
     This rare and radiant maiden
               Is claimed forevermore.
        NsB 03-09-02
              "Edgar Allen"
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