"...it was the Enlightenment philosophes who most shaped what became the modern image of Byzantium."
"All the noise I make in this life isn’t mine but rather part of some discordant harmonizing to which, season after season, I hum along."
—Steve Edwards via
(tr Mallarmé: Le vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd'hui)
Never-before, this sunrise: will it be the one
to jailbreak us · with one sozzled wingflap
this tarn stern forgot · where under ice
a plain glacier broods · of flights not braved!
Erstwhile Swan, that glory recall
hopeless to · deliver you
for never ululating · livable realms
when from bare winter · boredom coruscates.
Its neck wholly free · of this frigid grief
imposed by space · on the skeptic bird—
but not the disgust · of a feather-held field.
Phantom by its panoply · to this land appointed
it's snagged in a dream · of cold contempt
that robes in bootless · banishment, Swan.
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