I hate it when he is smug, but that's the vibe I get from him when I ask him what this poem is about. Obviously he understands the symbolism of the metaphors and allusions in this poem.
Erato beats her children
Erato beats her children,
Bragi takes to drink.
And within the dragon's den
I don't know what to think.
The shadows are upon me.
They smile in black and red.
There is no solace left to me
not even in my bed.
Erato beats her children,
Bragi takes to drink.
And within the dragon's den
I don't know what to think.
The knight, once white, is greying.
Tarnish takes its toll.
And hungry critters, preying,
find their victuals in my soul.
Erato beats her children,
Bragi takes to drink.
And within the dragon's den
I don't know what to think.
Calliope and Karnak.
A leprosy abounds,
more final than a heart attack,
and full of silent sounds.
Erato beats her children,
Bragi takes to drink.
And within the dragon's den
I don't know what to think.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Erato beats her children
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These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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