Arcadia

Once on a walk through fields near Bath

I sought the comp’ny of a church

I pressed my feet across the naked path

I scraped my knuckles ‘cross a drooping birch

And begged the ground to sprout intimacy.

Golden fields of rolling crop

Dust petals blooming in a sun lit room

The waves approaching with white foam atop

Now memories and photographs entomb.

Horace lying ‘pon a water’s side

Spying beauty, caught it in a song

Beauty, place, both things lost to the tide

In poetry’s Arcadia live on.

Recall when he was Adam and I Eve

Arcadia then I think I must have known

For Eden in my memory is weaved

And paradise in recollections shown.

Again, again, I seek again that place.

One glorious death, red blood on pagan bands,

Was told of Rome by lovers at her wake

And Caesar in the colosseum stands

Saluting Nerva, Rome was built by Blake.

Time or reality places erase,

Preserved by epitaphs, as are the dead,

In that churchyard, as all around decays,

I found a tombstone and I duly read,

“Et in Arcadia Ego.”

Related posts:

I guess that the most pressing image I still carry of you is your hair. Beautifully messy, golden, and incomparable to anything I had ever seen, or have seen since. You most surely don’t realize the…

Nem sempre o lindo universo da literatura é tão lindo assim. Não se trata de um mundo paralelo, em que os problemas da terra somem e se passa a viver em transe, em epifania e fruição. Como em todos…

To give back the support that our community gave us, we are launching the biggest Airdrop and Buyback campaign ever! We will be rewarding our supporters with 70% more free BBXC tokens upon joining…