a poem: “…but now their starry conferences adjourning”

Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.

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DEEP-furrowed like a brow in mourning
the solemn night has held me fast and tight
while majestic high-born beings ponder
and deliberate upon my mortal plight,
but now their starry conferences adjourning
dispersing with the silent ebb of night
at once the firmament is cleft asunder
by the aurorean angel of the light
and on new-born pinions of the morning
warming colours soft and subtly alight
on sculpted masses far and yonder
immense and looming in my line of sight,
and in gentle rose and gold adorning,
in pastel raiments weft of budding light
sewn with streaming seams of wonder,
distant snow-capped peaks and heights
if I did wrong, I wish to set it right

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