Ghaeraiell
11-18-2008, 09:19 PM
I Xarleda to the Byzantine Bridge
Behold, thou ancient bridge, I have unstrung
These winged sandals; lest my loving tread
Defil’st thy path, so chaste and yet ravished;
And gently, judged upon this gentile tongue,
An air bestirs, like to the Rheims-bell rung,
Or hands unpityingly nailed and bled;
The mosaic teachings round about me spread
In countless hues, superbly, and among
Marmoreal accounts of goddesses:
From Athens’ namesake to Euphrosene;
And hither lies my conjurer, and his
Bengali bride, and sylphic progeny:
Still to me naught is strange, I knew what is,
And deem myself aware of that shall be.
Behold, thou ancient bridge, I have unstrung
These winged sandals; lest my loving tread
Defil’st thy path, so chaste and yet ravished;
And gently, judged upon this gentile tongue,
An air bestirs, like to the Rheims-bell rung,
Or hands unpityingly nailed and bled;
The mosaic teachings round about me spread
In countless hues, superbly, and among
Marmoreal accounts of goddesses:
From Athens’ namesake to Euphrosene;
And hither lies my conjurer, and his
Bengali bride, and sylphic progeny:
Still to me naught is strange, I knew what is,
And deem myself aware of that shall be.