Tuesday, April 13, 2010

the lost city of Z

Water borne maidens
With saliently alluring features
Call out and call calmly
To homebound sailors
Of once fastidious resolve

And while sagacious
And drawn to remembered graces
Verdant hills and incarnadine lips
Do make their odyssey longer
And their resolves weak

As with softly strung syllables
The maidens, do knowledgably seek
To enervate and turn
With impious glee
Diaphanous harmonies
To a last light dirge

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