Monday, July 23, 2007

Et in Arcadia Ego

Over the hills and in Tempe
or the dales of Arcady
kens Keats to the Urn.
He cannot have his muse
but she is forever there
a cursory dream... of fulfilment.
Et in Arcadia Ego

Poussin's two vistas and his tomb
weld the same anagram?
The elusive essence exists
only in human minds
controlling our frail fantasies
of wishing to spin tall tales.
Et in Arcadia Ego.

Visiting Rennes-le-Chateau
on a stark summer day
with rain and clouds around
it did not yield any myths
except a lightening of a candle
in the little Marian church
Et in Arcadia Ego.

This morning I went where
my Visigoth friend walks
often when he is at home.
I saw the hills and dales
the mountains shrouded
in the clouds - a chimera
Et in Arcadia Ego.

The peregrination purely
therapeutic for the soul
fathomed the wishful ideas
of human longing and belonging
trotting along the country road
near earthly mounds and salty seas.
Et in Arcadia Ego.

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