Television Moon
‘With how sad steps, O Moon …’
Oh, author of such a line
Do you watch me these hundreds of years hence
With kind eyes?
Where are the ages between the ancients and me?
Spirits are pacing the night.
And do they walk, too, on the moon
Like jesters
Ballooning across its scarred face
In seven league boots
Mumbling folksy information
Through inverted fishbowls?
And you, O Moon … thou lyrical sorceress …
You cratered mass reflecting a dying sun!
How do I reconcile my heart and my head?
I, the Relentless Romantic,
Do vainly pursue
The musty culture of your fair legend
With muddy mind and scaled eyes
Mirrors no longer of your sheer beauty.
Hearken! Silver Rock!
Help me to draw a magic circle
Wherein I may stride my giant step
From goddesses to stars.
Cynthia Buell Thomas (written 50 years ago)
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 13th Jul 2019 14:32
Well, I'm being self-indulgent - sharing this, perhaps again from years back. But watching the TV presentation this week reminded me of this 'work' and I decided 'why the heck not'. Someone new to WOL might still relate.
Some poems are like your heart's blood -a definition of your whole being - and this is one of mine!
Sir Philip Sydney wrote this line - 1500's, I think.
And no 'rose' again.