Jon Corelis Poems
|45.||Notes Toward A Definition Of I||9/29/2011|
|47.||Sonnet On A Theme Of Villon||9/29/2011|
|48.||Callimachus: Credo (From The Greek)||9/29/2011|
|50.||Twelve Arguments For The Existence Of The Soul||9/29/2011|
|53.||On A Radical Professor||9/29/2011|
|55.||The Rose (From The Greek Anthology.)||9/29/2011|
|61.||The Marquis De Sade||9/29/2011|
|63.||Archilochus: The Shield (From The Greek)||9/29/2011|
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Love has come at last, and such a love as I
should be more shamed to hide than to reveal.
Cytherea, yielding to my Muse’s prayers,
has brought him here and laid him in my arms.
Venus has kept her promise. Let people talk, who never
themselves have found such joys as now are mine.
I wish that I could send my tablets to my love
unsealed, not caring who might read them first.
The sin is sweet, to mask it for fear of shame is bitter.
I’m proud we’ve joined, each worthy of the other.
My hateful birthday’s come, which must be ...
It was dawn when they came to kill us. The bleak sun
of winter was only a whitening of the mist
over the far hills from where they came.
The earliest screams brought others from their houses,
and their cries roused more sleepers out to die.
My mother, who'd gone for water, was one of the first.
Young as I was, I still ran to protect her,
was stabbed in the chest and thigh and fell to earth
as she fell over me: lying there, I felt her