My frail sister said to me:
'God made time
to be His Eyes;
Some men be penned,
His Law to keep;
The rest be fuel to burn for fire.
Be sure you seen in laud attire!'
A Muse For Catanius
She'd placed, herself, before
He who saves! And I, Borne
With my name--of those of our
Earth;
(Had had its birth in ancient
Days)
No thought to this!
There she stood to raise a finger;
Tried to hide, her thoughts had
Lingered--and which I'd kept
Round, for a ring, eh--her sound,
True! My judgment, sound!
And 'twixt the savior who'd barely
Spoke--and I set now, to her latest
Try, she laughs, as he--I never cried,
For our air is less thin due to sentiments'
Sounds.
At Her Likeness
Where to the side
At once she hides
The two spans of
Her threefold self.
Where we see too:
Her eyes reflect
The portal to a
Timeline's passing
She not etched as it
O'er on its common course
Its spot dropped to her eye
That cleared sees to a portrait
Atilt 'haps at an early passing
He who loved her, but on this glass
She now offers but a glance.
In Spring
Robust as the robin burst
Pebbles near the river first
To try the heat of Spring that
Tests my very mortal heart; that not
Winter's dearth of all that warmest mirth
Can cause nor coax a too cold heart to sing.
God brings the test of warmest life,
Not belied by Winter's white,
Who told my cold before His warmth:
"I'll not betroth its very frost!"
Jeremy's Dilemma
You! Quick makin' mighty queries,
Old fool lawman! Ya bit o' pride
Stilled, trapped revealin', life
My side! What ya do to still my
Sun? Shines so hot'n I can't run!
My mirror eyes see no achievin',
And for this you're who knows
Where--may even be that you're
A healin'. And still it goes: that
Old, old Smell (I say since time my side
Is stopped) What part it had with
I'd just said? Forever keep me
From my wish: To help my twin, his
Movin' side, where he need answers
Worth believin'?
Mood of the Assyrian
"I hear a rhyme I must not pass
Though begun it had in ancient tongues,
(Shall all be o'er 'fore time's last sun);
When I accused may share the fate
Of they I'd vexed; shall vex they twice:
The hoard of Gogs, and they shall
Rage and rage too at your 'Holy One.'
On they death's shroud if I had lain
Pierce not--high he to undertake.
I too not lie, not still as they
Who raged, rage still, and to their day
When they be done--is why I sing:
Are not my captains rather kings?"
Peddler's Judgment
"...and gape do they at Babel; with
My case I 'scaped its fate so you may buy
The good you covet, at cost.
What cries in smoke behind us rise--look
Not there! But see my case: it is from where
My fingers' jewels do not compare to
One small present I lift to share:
One small present--had never failed to
Gather all to leave one behind who looked
Still with intent to Babel's head.
Now just conniving, we few here, with
Our small present, with no fear shall
The age prolong, though its era be dead.
So fret not nor tremble with that host.
My case is filled; with your consent
The smoke shall blend with even's fall--
Our same new day! Remember: that
Varied host has those who boast that
day arise at sun's last stroke!"
Quite Stroked in Quarters
(For Gideon)
Fear amassed was homeward bound
When at some water courage led,
Aloof not but appraised
Raised heads
Blessed and covered
Sent to war and won the fight
That was their Lord's.
Came near undone with hasty
Vow
Where lastly virgin to be
Kept;
And ephod sanctioned by the One
Who Gideon hailed and also from
Their land ensnared but not undone.
The 'Ere It Went of Isabella Slone
(In "An Gorta Mor")
Ther'd been no mien
O'precious thought,
'Neath poor Eire
its land's spent frost
And sun on high
made glint its cost:
One mere eye, pluck'd,
And it tossed
Nor view our sin
"In! Thru the moss!
Chance we whole to
Heaven's bliss;
'Tis one eye
we much not miss."
The Coin
It is time when it is dark to night;
When it turns upon its rough-ed edge;
It catches sun, then quick its stars
Make light,
Upon a face--well-, poor-spent; its
Might to that conjoin'd sphere;
And speculator, there, dare not
It hedge; nor
To no slot; nor it rise
Unmarred, 'cept by heaven's gate.
The Faux Inquisitor
It was at one slip of our Faith
I placed me yonder the accused;
At once my cohort in the quest
Beside me, in our mission, blessed;
Till for the flames
That to all Hell
We made an offer called
Nulete.
The burning brave one? Not
A sigh;
My cohort, rather, shows
Regret.
And since I placate his reserve:
At great a span is he to me,
As he on yonder post who burned!
The Lamb
What horn it lacked
On high was formed
That borne of the Highest
In words that sound
No not by the common course
Of common folk who die;
Rather in heaven's speak
Of the royal Who
Can never lie;
And when to sound must
Speak as cast,
When saints and angels
Obey at last.
Time to Eternal
What rule time does not display,
In day-quarters, in cool walk,
Divine Who schools, when solely,
Not too within the day.
Omniscience precedes all forms made;
Include the sun and moon and say,
That day has part, not
With time.
These orbs have set, transpired:
That mark'ed sin, then saw fire;
That quick avenging end
Shall tire; and no more marks of time,
Have passed; when last descended:
He Who dwells; restored all light and
Bleak no more before the orbs not found,
Had been too close to even's rage,
To mark that grace's light does well.
To Henry James
What Winter's night did never fell
Such a solid soul
No cold stroke may too befoul a
True believing ever;
Nor its vessel who had cheated
Luck--
Whose pen never can be stilled--
As to our day its feather:
It so-worded and it sailed, light but lost
To modern mocking;
May we like Ruth so glean to see
where precious grain is dropping.
Virgin's Cry
Descendant's "fly" hath caused
My fate; not late of valor though
Be my mate!
I greeted he who been my sire;
My Maker too each we preceded
Hasty will the common tie:
Such words!
To hills they
Set as woven cloth bound
At stake for all to see
What worth of each to ever be?
To one show, honor, the lesser
Curse!
A Loving
“Loving,” the great He says
In our last day.
No one stands to hear and heed it;
Nor warring can they fell it
(As if part of an oblique word).
Piece of love, it makes its way,
To fill one heart through
Lips, once blue—Abel’s!
Who rises and speaks, “And true—
True as true redness,” says the great He, “not rouged.
He speaks from soil, which cannot regard either
Culpable blood with which it is stained, or the
Not null blood, which Abel most tried;
That former, save with Me, that drowns his late cry:”
‘That coursing sword!
Once lifted, lifts;
Must lift again—Well! For the
Warriors’ cup shall too be filled
When You, Righteous, to Cain
Not vainly speaks best.’
‘But the justified warrior—
Abba—that vessel divulged;
Thus spare him—as me!
His blood Your earth did most test;
Till my prayer to You
May not try Your bequest:
All the righteous may enter
The last Sabbath rest!’
“For Cain’s fall Man must yearn, through
Cain’s Summer—the which we had tallied,
What agrees with his score.
What remains be banned
With the rest for your sense?
Just its last sun shift,
With its smoky hour!”
“Ordain one priest,
This owes Man witness;
To all, winter’s lay, I desired:
Since the old solstice ended, have I measured you—
Let then begin Cain’s summer—
And you have excelled!
Taking me at this saying,
Shall Cain’s season be shortened!
Not rolling your dice—
You’d say roll as in any season—
Chancing cold reason:
Reasons fate faces their favorable eyes.”
“Man, work through Cain’s summer:
Brood in the clay!
Till your faith seizes Me;
Faults a snow, a wind, a rain—
‘Resume the old Four’s reasons!’—
Against these with Me none may plead!”
Indeed! Though nearest You,
The Four to Abel just keep sighing:
“Well formed was the matter
[Not, “Why has it been?”]
What to us He never speaksWhat He only spoke for thee.”
All Banned Militias
What had been fought to many fates?
They are mere armies which flesh had
Taught; that never wrought a pleasant
Place; but in which eyes received the
Day that night's stars birthed for Folly's
Mates.
Spring arrives and with its warmth
Does stop the turns of Winter's gate,
What arm-ed Man may turn and face:
Light lies on the cold, hard scape--
Grace with which he had been formed.
But light beneath its certain place
Shall reveal yet a triumphant state.
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