Saturday, February 19, 2005

Utraquist is a bard who can ply both fancy and plain talk. In old days bards truly sang for all, a story on top plainly and in fancy talk or with fancy shadowings. also. And  Mozarab is sworn to find a third way, not holding to bad old splits that bind and blind us.


    "grom"

This light, signifying nothing, hurts
with glory.
I pay up and go on, clouds
carry away an array of bright shadows
i shall not again
catch, nor this hazardous thought
flung among rushing morning cars and
gray thalassa’s sound;
swiftly still.

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