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#28 (Free verse) by Lifeboatman Ere Phoebus trespasses Olympus' court,
Foremost in Her delight is Selene
Cynthian arrows do not abort
Their flightpasses of glowing beams;
Shot through flightpasses of glowing dreams
Twighlight showers of moonlight let grow
The vanity of every midnight rose
To bloom before they fade to-morrow
To linger yet with life they had borrowed
To be on Persephone's table on the morrow
And while Hyperion is fond of his daughter
So is Aphrodite's delight is in that child
Thus no evening rose is born of ether
But all of its darkness made mild
All of its beauty left wild
Up the ladder:
We're a shadow of what was me....
Down the ladder:
I Adore
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Posted: January 21, 2005 10:12 PM PST; Last modified: January 21, 2005 10:12 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5945 Comments:
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It's poetic use of greek mythology... not too hard to follow, even if you don't know greek mytho, look up the gods mentioned and you should be able to gather the gist and direction of the arrow mam.
Nothing personal, I'm no fan of Shakespeare either, but it's not the dreaded Achilles heel of my existence, Zeusian electric grudge aside, that it personifies that which bewilders me.
PS-Anyone can tell this poem is more Anne Cecil de Vereian than anything else. You just think it's Shakespearean because you don't get Shakespeare and you don't get this. But if you think about it for a moment, you'll realise you don't get Shakespeare because you're not bright or educated at an Accredited Poetry School, and you don't get this poem because it has no point and is a shitpile of pisspoor allusions and non sequitors with bad grammar in between.