Countess
07-24-2007, 08:14 PM
Part Two of Modern Romantic Poetry... (also a work in progress)
ECOMNIUM TO THE GLORIOUS ROMANTIC ERA
Once upon a midnight dream I saw
Twin toppled towers astride a mottled moon
Which from below a dim-lit bower gazed on
Between two tree tops hung in wretched gloom
The arbor door cracked, revealed a somber sprite
Whose hollowed eyes bespoke some horrid tale
A tragic figure! This small frame all wrapped in white
Which hurried to the far side of the dale.
Before the armied forest she ceased her flight
Aside a weak Willow, its bleak face buried in the ground
Then stretched forth her hand, released some glinted gold
Spread forth the shiny dew-drops all around.
The gilded tears glimmered, shimmied grim unnatural dance -
A terrible twosome tango betwix the lunar haze
That pierced the darkness like a wicked wizard’s glance -
Then rose up - nay, grew - from ghastly flowers into graves!
“These are my children” she moaned or seemed to, for her lips stayed fixed
Like twins attached.
“An unearthly school, a mottled lot from another shore.
This one, a white albatross brought home, and this one, a black raven named Lenore.”
Lenore. At that name a diabolical pitch arose from below the freckled dust
A paralyzing sound, unutterable! No human word could form
The cacophonic cries that soared from that damnable ground,
Or shape the wraiths which ascended from that condemned shore.
With ghoulish countenances each, in turn, took a bow
And introduced himself, first Coleridge, then Byron and Yeats,
Poe recited a melancholic round while Wollstonecraft read verse
To Shelly and Johann Keats.
Then that cursed light whose advent heralds the sun
Stormed through the shade, across my naked cheeks
To peer below my peaceful, virgiled lids
And with grim reality, my dreamer’s dream erased -
NEVERMORE!
ECOMNIUM TO THE GLORIOUS ROMANTIC ERA
Once upon a midnight dream I saw
Twin toppled towers astride a mottled moon
Which from below a dim-lit bower gazed on
Between two tree tops hung in wretched gloom
The arbor door cracked, revealed a somber sprite
Whose hollowed eyes bespoke some horrid tale
A tragic figure! This small frame all wrapped in white
Which hurried to the far side of the dale.
Before the armied forest she ceased her flight
Aside a weak Willow, its bleak face buried in the ground
Then stretched forth her hand, released some glinted gold
Spread forth the shiny dew-drops all around.
The gilded tears glimmered, shimmied grim unnatural dance -
A terrible twosome tango betwix the lunar haze
That pierced the darkness like a wicked wizard’s glance -
Then rose up - nay, grew - from ghastly flowers into graves!
“These are my children” she moaned or seemed to, for her lips stayed fixed
Like twins attached.
“An unearthly school, a mottled lot from another shore.
This one, a white albatross brought home, and this one, a black raven named Lenore.”
Lenore. At that name a diabolical pitch arose from below the freckled dust
A paralyzing sound, unutterable! No human word could form
The cacophonic cries that soared from that damnable ground,
Or shape the wraiths which ascended from that condemned shore.
With ghoulish countenances each, in turn, took a bow
And introduced himself, first Coleridge, then Byron and Yeats,
Poe recited a melancholic round while Wollstonecraft read verse
To Shelly and Johann Keats.
Then that cursed light whose advent heralds the sun
Stormed through the shade, across my naked cheeks
To peer below my peaceful, virgiled lids
And with grim reality, my dreamer’s dream erased -
NEVERMORE!