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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From “Odi Barbare”</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIV<br>What is far hence led to the den of making:<br>Moves unlike wildfire | not so simple-happy<br>Ploughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentem<br> Digging the Georgics</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vision loads landscape | lauds Idoto Mater<br>Bearing up sacrally so graced with bodies<br>Voids the challenge how far from Igboland great-<br> Stallioned Argos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vehemencies minus the ripe arraignment<br>Clapper this art taken to heart the fiction<br>What are those harsh cryings astrew the marshes<br> Weep not to hear them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Accolades Muses’ dithyrambics far-fraught<br>Borrowed labour ashen with sullen harrow<br>Cruel past that | Sidney and vesperal Tom<br> Campion courted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Put to claim not otherwise vowed the era<br>What else here goes | I am no Igbo wit well<br>Versed in Virgil Pindar Euripides child-<br> Hallowed Idoto</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Revelation blessed in its unforthcoming<br>Closed with tempus aedificandi tempus<br>Destruendi bringing discharge of measure<br> Blasting the home-straight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XXV<br>Lovelace there come difficult times between us<br>Though in your place I cannot well imagine<br>Why I should not follow her chequered steps in-<br> Out of the sunlight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Candlelight here given the invocation<br>Starlit even | whatever else is silence<br>Gratiana somewhere still | she is dancing<br> Dancing&#8978;and &#8978;singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing not her heart out beyond the fable<br>Grand carotid arteries self-fulfilling<br>How the blood’s tempered in its modulation<br> Balanced impulsive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So are our storms trackered from solemn orbit<br>Turbulence granted our sequestered sphere now<br>Buffetted now spun on an awl now baffled<br> Wreathed in cloud-garlands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Masques do so challenge and compose to labour<br>Hers the masque-like venture the scenes mechanic<br>Stars have held being since creation’s fourth day<br> Turned to their music</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noble her frame troubling the fame we yield her<br>All rites well done short of a consummation<br>Treading down nothingness to ever-dealing<br> Maker unmonstrant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XXVI<br>&#321;odz I’ve been there done that the vanished children<br>Klezmer makes glad music at Lazarus gate<br>If as straggling voices the dead return now<br> They have our number</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathing hard we wrestled asbestos brake-pads<br>Luminously radioactive watches<br>Fizzled green plaque riding elastic wrist-bands<br> Glue smelt of peardrops</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone those taut days was predicting biros<br>Not my blubbered Jewish pal bright a bully<br>That we knew klezmer I much doubt the Wedding<br> Dance for the Old Men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time released me from him as I could not have<br>Many then had foresight but I was not one<br>Vital spinners counting there’s no subtraction<br> Ever can oust them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odds are for pittance where redemption strands us<br>Debts of those long-dead sparks of phantom brain cells:<br>Who’s to dance broyges tants the dance of anger’s<br> Conciliation?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no known voice but a clarinet sounds<br>Almost human touting a melt to die for<br>Hurl of things fastbound the last-known survivors’<br> Wailed diminution</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XXVII<br>Breathe on my nesh eyes as upon a glass | this<br>Something so exquisite I scarce can bear it<br>I do not think I ever could have borne it<br> If not for real</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make estrangement all our desires that age so<br>Perfect empowerment the imperfection<br>How indemnify a degraded legend<br> Lost to computing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Contumacious that I am and that now like<br>Poggio I | too much enjoy invective—<br>This for our good—so what you saw me turned on<br> Mind if I stress this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe on my nesh eyes I am tired of sleeping<br>Largo ma non troppo affettuoso<br>Well becomes fierce Didone trionfante<br> Lyric oblation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As fantastic here as in those odd films we<br>Watched albeit singly The Tales of Hoffmann<br>What we must be not to be worked with mirrors<br> Hives of perspective</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could I have found you in a film by Ophüls<br>Silent resonances of glass configured<br>Had I but struck us off The Masque of Blackness<br> As it was playing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a 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What is far hence led to the den of making:
Moves unlike wildfire | not so simple-happy
Ploughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentem
 Digging the Georgics

Vision loads landscape | lauds Idoto Mater
Bearing up sacrally so graced with bodies..."></div>
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