Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press

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I like to think of the gods still banqueting,
how they all came to love young Ganymede,
how Zeus neglected his Olympian rites
and ceased to trouble with the squabbling of gods.
I like to think of this summer storm
as the rolling of cloud from their lovers’ bed,
as the never-tiring spark of their passion
rejuvenates this earth of forgotten temples.
I like to think of a joy that never dies,
of a beauty that never fades,
of a god’s love transforming a boy,
of all manner of love enthroned
and noble at last,
of love oaths written with stars.