Holy Matrimony Poem by Frank Avon

Holy Matrimony



Lycius and Lamia
in their palace,
beyond reason,
above the public,

she not a serpent,
he not a stone,
anima and animus,
never alone.

Marriage is a temple,
a sacred totality,
feast of the flesh,
start of the finish,

to die together,
to rise as one,
the life everlasting,
death undone,

a cleansing of flesh,
a sealing of soul,
marriage in the temple,
a Platonic whole,

lost in an amazement
of intimacy and love,
once androgynous,
restored from above.

O holy Hephaestus,
in your cave at the pole,
meld us forever,
an epigenetic soul.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This springs from a recent rereading of Keats' 'Lamia, ' which I have always interpreted as representing a union of anima and animus - a union rejected by macho males, extreme rationalists (denying their emotional lives) , and the insensitive masses. Other allusions will be obvious: the Mormon concept of 'eternal' marriages, the Platonic myth of individuals seeking their lost other halves, and the like. My use of the term 'epigenetic' is not literal. Technically, it refers to the operation of DNA, producing various, differing cells from one unit; e.g., the fertilized ovum. I am using it metaphorically to refer to one self springing from the union of two incividual selves, the 'heavenly' from the 'earthly.'
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