Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Manuscript - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Madam, you theme are of each dream, none scorn
Sweet mistress of eternity the sum,
A bright star augurs hope for time to come,
New joy that none deny from Heaven's born.
Now the horn and now the drum greet dawn
In smiles, in life, in ardour welcome. Some
Can preach or can scold; jealousy's struck dumb.
Knight, king & khan a karmic oath have sworn,
Zambezi's crazy maze zones your badge worn,
Expressing need for heaven's aid. Who glum,
Dead was, from death-bed drawn, may hum.
My muse in rhyme here's summoned to adorn,
Answering prayer deep, heart loud and clear
Now may respond to praise a nature dear.
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(2 January 1992 revised 8 September 2005)
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