Poems by John Pilkey |
Dosso Dossi. Circe and Her Lovers in a Landscape (1514-1516) Deep within a forest's shady side, The secret of my magic stays the same The glove, the key, the mirror, horse to ride And cold Diana's diamond-hearted flame. I tend my roses elegant enough Beneath a sun that visits me by day But still my bestial coat is rough And visitors who watch me never stay. Enchantment rings their dinner hour at seven With hands that reach and candlewicks that smoke; But when I'd speak the words that promise heaven, Their eyes avoid mine and spirits choke. Listen, now, and hear this silver chime And watch the fog roll in from evening's breath, Enjoy the spell of ever-present rhyme But understand how Beast adheres to death. The blessing that I seek eludes me still Through cold enchantment's merciless oppression; And so I must remain the Beast until A gentle lady breaks it with confession. Deep within a forest's shady side The secret of my magic stays the same And deep within my bestial coat I hide A mystery of future's hidden flame. John Davis Pilkey |
Cocteau's Dream |
