A day late! Poor soul! Did you know that there is no ground for you on this earth? You are a poetic one, and ours is the time of dead poetry, divided stanzas and soulless writs of exercise. Oh well, we are alike to that corpse who was unsure it was deceased and so proceeded all about regardless.
This poem is from January. I had then been recently reading a complete collection of the poems of Tannhauser, hence the inclusion. I’m not sure what was meant by much of the images here, but maybe you can decipher it for me. Enjoy your time, -G
Till Judgment Day
“That bright, clear Sun was sen’ t’wards us;
and not for any reason that we see
a great wind came. It took the shine
and swept it far into the em’rald truss.
The trees began to gray and weep their gifts,
and flower’s petals turned to ash —
though not from flame, of which was none,
but lack of burn achieved the same affects.
That Venus stage, where gilded rays used t’ ‘rrive,
turn’d blank and mute; our eyes and ears
were chaste too long, so that we’re blind
and stupefied by what we once had prized:
‘tremendous.’
Gone from lift, returned the gleam
whereon it wont be seen for want
of seer’s sight, nor heard for lack
of ear; and here there is but lack, but shade.”
oh, Oh! Young Tannhauser: speak!
What is the map to ford
a way through such a creek?
Or say, or wait for judgment day then speak t’our Lord!
