Bodies of the Living
(Not by Edgar Allan Poe)/
Thy body shall find itself crowded
‘Amidst light/movement in bright display —
Everyone, none absent, revels
Thy most public moments:
Be loud in this multitude
Which is present — for now
The bodies of the living who lay
in ossification before me are for the first time
Alive — and their submission
will outshine me: they are on top of my voice
But the day — now misty — will smoothen —
And the sun will look up,
From under these lowly feet planted on Earth,
without darkness or Despair taken from ghosts —
Still our green roads, spotted,
to my joy will show
cold nor frozen
Which would delete me
Movements come, you do immortalise —
Then fleeting swipes
Tattood on thy body
Quickly — like cracks in dry mud:
The silence — the sound of plants — is screaming —
But the clarity in the dungeons
Stroboscopic, stroboscopic — shattered,
Is meaningless, unmarked —
Unable to climb the high rises
A relevation of revelations! —
Original poem found on www.PoeStories.com by Robert Giordano:
Spirits of the Dead
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1829)
Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone —
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee — and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.
For the night — tho’ clear — shall frown —
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given —
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish —
Now are visions ne’er to vanish —
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more — like dew-drop from the grass:
The breeze — the breath of God — is still —
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy — shadowy — yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token —
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! —
Like this:
Like Loading...