By John Gneisenau Neihardt
First anthology of poems released via John G. Neihardt; good bought.
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What kisses sweet we had The while our two flocks strayedStrayed off with distant bleat and bell Adown some green Ach~an dell. 29 A Bundle of Myrrh Perhaps I was a bard and wrought Some golden martial story, How Helen loved, how Hector fought, My harp a-thrill with glory: Again you bring those mystic years, I hear your praise, I feel your tears. The golden God sat in my shell And Venus breathed in you; Did not I sing both wild and well? Did not I warmly woo? Perhaps we swooned to some sweet wrong That thrilled us like a batde song 1 o let us take the ancient way, The way we knew of old Ere Time flew o'er and made us gray, Ere Death had made us cold: Again the old sweet way begin 1How can it lead us into sin?
Comforters of battling men are they, Breeders of fighting men, Sucklers of the big and unafraid! o ancient Mate of mine I o good blonde Giantess, Blown far to hitherward through the weird ways of my sleeping I Thou knowest the hidden beauty of my lusts I Touch me in my prison of the Present I Thine eyes are blue with the calm understanding of the old skies, And thine hempen hair exhales the breath of the forests of home. Over our ancient camps are builded the cities of the AnlEIllic. The gods of our old believing are fled, And men of lesser dreams, hair-splitters and too wise, Have builded little walls about a shriveled-up divinity!
I must tear off this midnight from mine eyes And let the Noon bum therel Oft have I waked From dreams that whipped my slumbering blood to flame, John G. Neihardt And for one terrible moment I have leaned Upon my quivering elbows; but alas 1 My blindness struck me down upon my back: And left me dreaming of unconquered things I o I must 'rise ere blindness drives me mad, When I should shake down in my poor despair The sacred temple of my better self. 49 A Bundle of Myrrh XXVIII THE CITY OF DUST B EHOLD me-a shadow!
A Bundle of Myrrh by John Gneisenau Neihardt