Dorland?s Ghosts The road

Dorland?s Ghosts

The road separated when

I found my appointed way:

?Your poems shall ring as chimes

In ancient ruins?? a covert

Storm from an irretrievable island

Carried this Echo: Dorland?s Ghosts!

?There is a hexed bounty

On love and peace,? they inserted

Into my dreams: perhaps (thinking,

Someday I?d be one of them) entrenched,

Long ago in those rose-colored marble stones,

Vine-vindictive pillars that cling like

Phantom cords: these dreams and

Echoes are flowers that never can be,

Laughter that never will be: from

These ardent, amorous Ghosts

(The penitence ghosts)) That knows me.

They cling to the earth?s tumult

To women, or men, with lutes and

Songs, and play fountains of affection

Until they fall?and fall they shall

These seedless Beings exhume and faint:

Long-dead, now wanting lovers;

I say: cast them to the winds, and flee

Or thou shall know their greed?

Pale and sweet they can be…!

Their muzzling pleasures never glow:

These irrelevant ghouls, play

Tyrant, blushing as if the breasts

Of lovers are Satisfying?.

Forfeit, they did?such colored grapes;

They are caught in-between,

Neutralized and scattered

Notes 1: Written 11/1/2006 [Lima, Peru]; a dedication poem to Clark A.
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