Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Halcyon Days of Yore, 2010 BC*


1. 

Hey, Alaric— 

It’s deep winter down here 
In Hellas and we’re in 
A run of magic 
Weather a wee bit of what I wager 
Your frigid, hard up barbarians would love 
To bask in while they rape and plunder. 

2. 

Our assets? 

Hear those panpipes? Another of our classic 
Clear spring days, flocks of immaculate sheep 
And she-goats bleating in the meadows 
And behind the susurrating hedges 
A tangible—would you believe it—cornucopia 
Of bestial fornicating fauns! 



*Before the Crisis 

3 comments:

  1. Vassilis,

    can you email me at cdidiodato@gmail.com. I seem to have lost your address. I have some questions about John Levy.

    Thanks!

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  2. "...susurrating..."

    What a terrific word. (Yes, I had to look it up.)

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  3. Kevin, "terrific"--what a word to describe your photographs.

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