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Anomaly Post by :imported_n/a Category :Poems Author :William Rose Benet Date :October 2011 Read :3274

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Men who are fain to change, look wizenedly
Into the flowing mirror of your thought
And see on what strange reefs your joys are caught
And contemplate your vexed variety:
Grief that was hooded for eternity
Casting the stole for spangled domino,
Awe on its pinnacle jigging heel and toe.
Love laughing into hate and mockery.

What shoots the warp to patterns that reblend
And spread and fade,--and working out what end?
In time of pain why be as voluble
As one who tells an endless useless sum,
Yet simple clay, pallid and deaf and dumb
Through the one moment forging Heaven or Hell?

(The end)
William Rose Benet's poem: Anomaly

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I rooted silver stars from heaven in showers,Rived adamant to show an azure gap,Captured the very Psyche in my cap,Filched from the sack of Time six diamond hours.Hyperborean in my crown of flowersI ran and leapt the cliff of thunderclapPlunging through green sea-light where bronze fronds wrapCrumbling pearl palaces and coral bowers.Now--"Could I move, all humankind would pantEven to think such effort! Could my songsCry out, dusked heaven would shudder at my wrongs!"I moaned, and then looked flushed and palpitantOn Love's rapt face, that frenzied flagellantWielding with zeal the welting golden thongs.(The end)William Rose Benet's poem: Lover

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In Time Of Trouble
In memory of your desolate eyes I knowThat words are words, with nothing to gainsayThe testimony of pain, the heavy day;But searching in the ruins of overthrowI gathered you this wreath that now I show;Small and barbaric brightness on the gray,--Glimmering irony, perhaps. I layIt down before your eyes, and softly go.You are a vista blundered on in ArdenWhere the fool grasps his bells, that he may hark;A sudden skyward path where cliffs are wardenOf waves that foam to reach a high tide-mark;Whisper of blossoms in a midnight garden;A fountain whitely flowering on the dark.(The end)William Rose Benet's poem: In Time