I.
Fumes arise and float around
Mercy drives them all to ground
Caution sings for heart’s desire
And dance! Oh dance! Water & fire.
II.
What fear should we the lessers have
When darkness cloys the narrow path?
Temperance dances for mind’s delight
And sing! Oh sing! Sap & might.
III.
Time we rose to claim what they
Who take unjustly, squander the day
Animosity breathes along our body
Oh play! And play! Wise & parody
IV.
Man is a beast easy to see
His greed bends, His fervor flees
Broken we lie under the endless there
Away! Away! Gone & forgotten
Dawn ’07
With apologies to Swedenborgians everywhere.
Before I moved to this part of the US, it was hard to be an Irish apologist for Victorian English poets. But I always liked Blake, with his intense religosity. I could always imagine his words set to old Gaelic tunes. An evening in the pub with fiddles and Liam Blake. What fun that would be! Given the amount of ex-pats here, I may try and instigate such an evening.
