August 30, 2013

weekend-readsCastalian Spring

  Thunderface. Not Zeus's ire, but hers Refusing entry, and mine mounting from it. This one thing I had vowed: to drink the waters Of the Castalian Spring, to arrogate That much to myself and be the poet Under the god Apollo's giddy cliff— But the inner water sanctum was roped off When we arrived. Well then, to hell with that, And to hell with all who'd stop me, thunderface! So up the steps then, into the sandstone grottoes, The seeps and dreeps, the shallow pools, the mosses, Come from beyond, and come far, with this useless Anger draining away, on terraces Where I bowed and mouthed in sweetness and defiance.

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