Saturday, July 14, 2012

Two Poem Drafts

Narcissus

The eyes of my lady,
sweet pools of Narcissus,
reflect back ideas
I see in my mind,

entrap and enchant me
with love of myself
as seen through the shimmering
eyes of my lady.

My Vices

My dragons are so picturesque
I know not how to kill them;
I watch the warm and sunny skies
as dragons swarm to fill them.

They grow from little pup-like cubs
to mountains soaring high
with flames so fierce and searing hot
that near them all things die.

But, oh! when endless numbers fly
and chaos wreak on all
I still can't kill the splendid things
though all the world should fall.

2 comments:

  1. The poem about vices reminds me of something Chesterton said somewhere about dragons and fairy tales. I think the quote is "Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." Perhaps it's yet another way of thinking about Tolkien's eucatastrophe. With the gife of grace (the theological virtues) we can overcome, nay, slay, the vices.

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  2. I think that's probably right.

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