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House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three/with notes]
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three] Here is where, where the air is still And the mountains shadows disappear! Here is where, unnumbered spirits dwell Where harp and memory expire? Where the rainbow-leaps, from its Storeroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the oceans coast Echo then die?as in sleep?; And where enchantment turns into ghouls!... Who be these spirits, which charm and gleam? A fabric from the "Inferno," I think Or a symbolic language in a forgotten dream Yes! We are all exiled from beauty? Yes, we are exiled from beauty unseen? Where fragile-wings and tenderness Meet; meet with the seraphim. Yet we must lock the keep? So no man may walk among our sleep Yes, yes, oh yes, we all live- We all live, do we not, you and I, In the House of the Goblin!... Muffled in a black lily; smiling, smiling To find a way out-out, out; Sorceress posing as Almighty God? 'Thou art, as a violent worm!' (I am more noun than verb, yet the verbs are winning, with the worms.) Notes: Part II, #753 7/8/05 "In doing this poem, images seem to flash through my mind, as if I found myself in a lockup on planet earth." Poetry In General by dlsiluk, "To achieve ones meaning in poetry, you may have to drop the musical ascent; or so I've often found myself doing; not sure if there is a right or wrong way in this. But what I do know is that, if I do not drop it, I can not become engulfed with the wholeness of the poem I want to produce. Yes, we have to fight against spirit and experience; and in order to win you must chew on whatever words fit." Poet/Author Dennis Siluk's new book on poetry: "Spell of the Andes," can be seen at http://www.abe.com or http://www.alibris.com
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