ARIADNE ON NAXOS
In
the pale cool of morning
she reaches to her side,
finding an absence
before the sun gains heat;
direct, successfully he played her,
her ball of golden thread.
she reaches to her side,
finding an absence
before the sun gains heat;
direct, successfully he played her,
her ball of golden thread.
Alert
now, to her feet,
she spies sails departing;
the distant fleet.
Abandoned to wild beasts,
of anguish, she doesn’t notice
how wine-gold light caressed
her royal thigh and breast,
moving with such purpose
behind the clouded east.
Theseus without her
silently departing on the tide.
Sacred killer
of her monstrous brother.
Terror grips her
tight in its fist,
yet among the groves,
the grape-heavy vine stirs,
there is a trembling
where white sand and
violet sea meet.
The divine kiss --
felt but not seen,
rapture from the deep self,
ecstasy and apotheosis;
her blood thrums
with the twice-born
wild and odd,
come the soft padding
of leopards she enters
her own labyrinth
of the black sun’s god.
she spies sails departing;
the distant fleet.
Abandoned to wild beasts,
of anguish, she doesn’t notice
how wine-gold light caressed
her royal thigh and breast,
moving with such purpose
behind the clouded east.
Theseus without her
silently departing on the tide.
Sacred killer
of her monstrous brother.
Terror grips her
tight in its fist,
yet among the groves,
the grape-heavy vine stirs,
there is a trembling
where white sand and
violet sea meet.
The divine kiss --
felt but not seen,
rapture from the deep self,
ecstasy and apotheosis;
her blood thrums
with the twice-born
wild and odd,
come the soft padding
of leopards she enters
her own labyrinth
of the black sun’s god.
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