From "Dionysia:"
It's the warm surprise of spring
gives me that tragic feeling
that makes me wipe my life right off my face
to bare my naked mask
in the hills the hills where the pines
astonish the cool and dizzy air
fox tracks in the late snow
who would not dance in this dark brush
where the hare leaps by the icy stream
who would not laugh with the wind
where the berries burgeon bright as blood?
In the high hills where we first saw
his quick step as he frisked there
and your smile was my smile
while we laughed in each other's voice
and we all danced in the young strength
of his joy the pines the pines
as he skipped and pranced in the song that he was,
leading the playful chase along the ridge
It's the glance that means forever
under the stricken sky
sends your torrential blood right through my heart
to flower in my breath
in the hills, where the lingering chill
softly stings the stiffening buds
the hawk screams in the far crag
dark stream throbbing purple brown
under the earth shatters the sun
and warps the sorrowing clouds
while the mountain sways to the wrathful song
and he stopped short in the stern light
and his last strength made a blind leap
but cut off by the close hunt
he collapsed, and had nothing left
but to beg life with a mute cry
the pines the pines are stunned
Terror had taken his voice. His gaze
pleaded and broke. He knew that trouble was near.
The huge crest loomed above us, and when that roaring surge
broached its breathless peak and blossomed into silence,
we looked into our eyes, and the fusion rippled the circling dance
to avalanche that bound suspended power from every heart: ...
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Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
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