Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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11<br />
Absolution<br />
“Our only guide is<br />
our homesickness.”<br />
—Herman Hesse,<br />
Steppenwolf, 1929.<br />
Sing yon blood-glow of moonlit ardor,<br />
tonight’s growling dream nearer our restless<br />
fecund, & want better of time than its<br />
brutal leavings, night’s anxious wane through<br />
daylight’s familiar oncome, sudden a flash &<br />
one set on by two, common wrong on a crawling street.<br />
Sing & we deny trigger’s cry as this world’s<br />
farthest truth, dare another way & later<br />
come the numbers. More watches us kindly<br />
than we know. Such the blind man & his<br />
stick’s snuffle down the street, warned by an<br />
alley’s breeze. A lost brother nods & remembers.<br />
Sing while men divide the wilder lands into a<br />
here & there, naming what they do not know,<br />
missing the tongue of spark, of waver, of wane.<br />
Soil will swallow the great wall & the ode’s<br />
reaching hand alike. All soaks empty in moonlight<br />
upon its hour, climbs its beam, falls untold within.<br />
******<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006