Poems by John Pilkey |
Sir Edward Burne-Jones. The Mirror of Venus (1876) As shoeless as the wind we go Consuming nothing but this space And reaping where we need not sow Our seed of sole and flower of face. Just as we are without one plea Except that rising from the sea Of low mortality we shine A liberated chorus line. We speak without a word by signs As unequivocal as norm More shapely than the best designs Of high, inevitable form. Just as we are without one plea Except that rising from the sea Of low mortality we shine A liberated chorus line. But when we speak, we charm together A universe of waking ears Emerging from the pagan heather To heed what certitude appears. Just as we are without one plea Except that rising from the sea Of low mortality we shine A liberated chorus line. Our speech with silent, candid foot Will verify the End has come Like palm trees from an island root In choruses of native drum. Just as we are without one plea Except that rising from the sea Of low mortality we shine A liberated chorus line. John Davis Pilkey |
Titania at Loose Park |
