Palantalid

Ars Poetica And when we were but children of our own paradise, Did we not hear such lovely sounds as pierce the night When we waked to see the stars ...

My Muse be Cenci! She crosses my bridge when the nights are such, And nestled is her head in the warmth of her hands That were cold on the day ...

At the Gates of Babylon At the gates of Babylon, in days long done and gone, In the land between the rivers, where the noble city quivers, The skeleton comes ...

For some far-flung Eurydice Now when I leave my doorstep, I shan't look into that waiting eye. Peeping from beyond the curtain, it is by some pain-wrought passion lit. But ...

(The first one may be a narrative, but I found these two in a notebook and so I'm posting them together in Dramatic) Convenient Interruption "That does it! That bumbling ...

The Fosse Grim Returns to Water We float, my dear, we float. And the sleeping caddisfly ventures Ever nearer to the disturbed water. On a mountain of misery, we Built ...

*I think I've found something I'm really comfortable with. This is a lyrical narrative. Narrative in theory but with lyrical tones. I bet it's not something commonly done before. Ermm....Longfellow ...

*One from a rotting notebook* Grown Grass Goes Down (1) Living on the noon-baked grass, "Coffee?" "No," they say, "I'll pass." Flask so tight, liquid warm. Pop and open, steamy ...

Aerial Lights They told me if the zodiacs were in the sky, thus, there would be lights. We looked at the moon the way we looked at mother when we ...