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29.10.2018

Shave, if you Love me

Wax the monkey, shave the bear.
Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here.
Trim the hedges, cut the trees
Then you'll know how affection feels.
 
Shave the monkey, wax the bear.
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here.
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree.
Who is there hiding in the shrubbery?
 
Where there's a hole, there is an ace.
I will put a smile on your grumpy face.
 
Beefcake vegetarian.
We're oiled, refined, and slightly tan.
If we're the heat wave
Then you're the fan
And now we'll gladly carry out
The garbage-can.
 
We're fifty something, well-aged wine.
If you're wooden in your cask, that's just fine.
 
I'll be your garland queen of Lace,
The Sleeping Beauty in our maze.
Oh, fifty something well-aged wine.
Me, the wooden cask, that's fine.
 
I know you like me to watch you piss.
You're only waiting to be kissed.
You're such a beauty to behold.
Here comes a shower and it's made of gold.
 
I'm a flower, water me
Let's build a castle by the sea!
You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze.
The sun shines warm on your disease...—
Such pollen makes the black birds sneeze.
 
Who is there sitting on your back?
There is no need for a sneak attack!
If you're monastic to my bliss.
Then I will be faithful... like syphilis.
 
Poor friar dreaming in his cells.
He knows the art of tonsure well.
And all the songs a blade can sing
'Such is the Easter that I bring'
 
The bells are chiming in your vaults,
I am the goddess that unfolds
Iconic beauty, as yet unseen
If you're only courting
The Virgin Queen.
 
So:
Wax the monkey, shave the bear.
Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here.
Trim the hedges, cut the trees
Then you'll know how affection feels.
 
29.10.2018

Les fleurs du mal

Oh, I the wetly weak claw
Led by his strong warm paw
Walking the forbidden path
Through high uncut summer grass
While hunters nose dive
Membranes servants to their flight
Were buzzing all around our heads
Black parasol, balance and shades
 
Those little bells on my fool's cap
All witness to my sad defect
Crowning my pale seriousness
In most ridiculous distress
 
The smile on his weather-tanned face
His white teeth somewhat out of place
The gentle roughness of his hands
Dark soil staining his fingernails
 
Ushered into the forest's hold
I'm folding up my parasol
Heralding fears of deprivation
In answer to my hesitation
He's parting the branches as we move
I dare a smile in shy excuse
Oh does he know the ghosts I drag
The dreadful ending I expect?
The boyish hand of this olden maid
Hints secrets, guarded by her face
 
Does your world know my shadow's near,
The loop of time I always fear?
The fact that I carelessly stepped
Into my very own, dark trap?
You stride, I'm glancing at your belt...—
Should I miss ay of the things I never felt?
 
The shaking hand of this olden maid
Instead waters the flowers
On her ancient grave.
 
29.10.2018

When You Love a Man

When you love a man,
Who can never love you back...
...Well, not the way that you'd want him to...—
Oh, what can you do?
 
When your heart is true,
You cannot even walk away...—
Some part of you will always stay.
No, you can never really part,
Because he will always be
Somewhere in your heart.
 
When you love a man,
You thought could never love you back...—
And then you are surprised
By the loving things he does.
 
When you love a man,
You thought could never love you back...—
And then you are surprised
By a different kind of love.
 
29.10.2018

Through Your Eyes

I wish... I could see...
 
... See myself through your eyes.
 
All, because you made me believe
That it's quite a beautiful sight.
 
29.10.2018

Let me say it Now

Let me say it now,
For I may not be around...—
For much longer now.
 
I am glad that you are in my life,
If only now and then...—
And only for a while.
 
The stars are closer now,
But they don't shine.
I've healed a little though,
Sometimes I even smile.
 
I was saddened once by a single thought
That we would never share the thing I thought I'd want.
But I was foolish then, because, in truth, it's fine
That I was never in your thoughts...—
The way you were in mine.
 
My heart is cold again,
It's safer this way for me...—
Too cruel's the fire of a love not meant to be.
 
Come what may now, 'tis simple truth:
I will always be a friend to you.
 
29.10.2018

If I Could Go Back In Time

If I could go back in time,
To see myself as a child...—
Would I speak of what lies in wait,
Or would I just watch myself play?
 
If I could go back in time,
To appear to myself as a vision of light...—
Would there be guidance in prophecy
Or nothing but shattering pain and disbelief?
 
29.10.2018

I am done with Men

I've been so very patient,
I've wasted so much time.
I've waited forever, it seems...—
But he never came.
 
Such is my greatest weakness:
Oh, occasionally I care.
But I am out of patience now,
I am so done with men.
 
I may be dissapointed,
But I am not surprised.
You're not the first to fail me, boy,
You're not the first to die.
 
I've been so very patient,
I've wasted so much time.
I've waited forever, it seems...—
But you never came.
 
I am out of patience now,
I am done with men.
Each day I am reminded
Of why I hate this world.
 
29.10.2018

I am so glad it's Over

I am so glad that it's over... and done.
 
I cannot sleep beside you,
I've been on my own for far too long.
I am done with poetry,
From now on I'll be blunt.
 
It's an illusion to believe
That there's a match... for everyone.
 
I'm holding hands with the Devil now,
And I'm just too sad to masturbate.
Alas, this is going to be pathetic,
But that just cannot be helped.
 
Against all better judgement,
I was still hoping for greater things to come...—
But now I'm just glad that it's over,
And that I am over this one.
 
29.10.2018

Where the End Begins

From very early in my life
I trained myself not to enjoy
Any of the vain things that might come,
So I would not despair the day they're gone.
 
I thought this clever strategy
Would save me from the pain of loss,
But the Beast has many faces,
And by accident...
 
...I fell in love.
 
25.03.2018

The Skeletal Garden

Will I become like the old man from next door?
Obsessed with the fear of losing his mind
He soon couldn't take care of himself anymore
He had no friends or relatives to look after him
Only once a week some male nurse dropped in
 
He was found in his bed, dehydrated
Unconscious, as he was
They brought him to a diffrent place
'We've never heard of him since'
 
He lived alone in his house for most of his life
And I wouldn't be suprised,
If he had died the day they put him in a room
With the people he'd never seem before
 
He had a wild garden behind his house
Beautiful and dark
Woodpeckers and squirrels lived there
And hedgehogs, mice and martens
Hazelnut-trees and wild strawberries grew
And cherries, apples and pears
And currants of red and black
All hidden in this private place
 
In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept
Along the winding paths the wild-flowers wept
Snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring
Forget-me-nots and those kind of things
Of which I do not know the names
And, of course, there was ivy everywhere
 
It happend the same week they took him away
Workers hacked down all the trees in the garden
Hired by the envious people outside
Who had always been terrified
By the beauty that enchanted this place
And the darkness it was breathing
Yet, none of them could keep
The dead birds from singing
 
25.03.2018

Some men are like chocolate

Gentle words, had been my weapons
Careful openness and fragile honesty
Had gradually begun to slowly win him over ... -
And somehow had lured him here
 
Despite my obvious display of defect
My miserable frailty
Of which I never made a secret
I disarmed him with my sincerity
That never waned, despite the laughter
Of public insult, ridicule
Not even when confessing meant
Turning myself into a wretched fool
 
Some men are like chocolate
But most of them are like shit
And if you don't have the experience
To spot that tiny difference
You're likely to fall for all of it
 
In secret, on those rare occasions
When no living soul was near
No eyes, no ears, no other people
Were around to see or hear
So there was no danger of some chance intruder
To doubt his manliness and strength ... -
Then suddenly his words grew gentler
And his gestures slightly changed
He did not seem to mind my presence at all
Came even closer of his own accord
Yet still he veiled each subtle revelation
In rough-cut gowns of what we call
The 'accidental touch'
 
Some men can truly be like chocolate
But most of them are more like shit
And if you don't have the experience
To spot that tiny difference
You're very likely to fall for all of it
 
Alas, some men are like chocolate
But most of them are like shit
And if you don't have the experience
To spot that subtle difference
You're likely to fall
For only the promise of a kiss
 
23.02.2018

Dark Delight

Hands folded in a prayer,
A rosary embedded in-between...
Tonight I'll join you in your sleep.
 
(...sleep brings no joy to me...)
 
I'll bring you back to life this night,
It's meant for the flesh at least...
I'll join you in your sleep.
 
(...sleep brings no joy to me...)
 
Come up, I hear your voice... - this is not me,
I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
I'll shiver at the recollection,
When I'll awake with the soil... on my hands.
I know, they will find you... fallen asleep again,
Between the mounds and crosses.
Tomorrow night it will be just the same...
It will be just the same.
 
(...sleep brings no joy to me...)
 
23.02.2018

Anima (I)

The woman I am no mirror can see,
my breasts are still small
and my voice is so deep.
 
The woman I am she cannot feel love.
I wish to cut my genitals
and feed them to the dogs.
 
The woman I am accepting (receiving) all the pain.
The needles to burn out the ugly remains.
Suppression is impossible, I must live it out,
my true self is female, and there is no doubt.
 
16.02.2018

Hades Pluton

I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of
The dark and never-ending sea
On a bed that my dead lover was preparing
With his own skeleton for me
 
('...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
Straight through the realm of the fallen and slain...')
 
I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned
Staring across from some distant shore
And in my sadness I drew closer
To condole and somewhat to implore
 
I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse
Or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone
Yes, it's like kissing some marble statue
That has neither warmth nor life of its own...
 
('...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound
On the cell where your love might be found...')
 
Cover the mirrors, fragile has died
Leaving but a starless ruin behind
Shatter the mirrors, so that he can never be called
Back from the blessed silence of his sacred vault
 
No, no, no... put an end to the show
I'm going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow
To 'the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime
Out of Space and out of Time'
 
See the shape, but can't see through
No-one can ever hate me as well as I do
Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile
Whatever the intention... I'm such a 'friendly' lie
 
('...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him
It shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...')
 
'Bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
Straight through the realm of the fallen and slain
Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound
On to the cell, where your love might be found
Bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him
It will open the gates, so we can sneak you in
Oh, it's cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind
No-one can get you out, if you overstep time...'
 
03.04.2017

The Conqueror Worm (By Edgar Allan Poe)

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

27.03.2017

Starlight Seen Through Veils Of Tears

Is it a belly of muscles
I see shaping underneath that turtleneck?
I never ever dreamt
Having the rusty trunk of a car against my backside...

That's poison for my piles,
The street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all night.
Please, do not think that I
Don't appreciate your generous offer of a ride home.
(Take me home)

I am curious now,
How many pirouettes can a straight man like you spin,
Until his compass points
All begin to blur, and his needle finally gives in?
Am I expected now
To do my best and try to catch you when you fall?
But you're a heavy guy
And like this we'll only end up lying on the floor.
(Lie, lie, lie, lie)

Look, what the rain has done,
Snow-white has scattered her mirrors
Like petals on the ground.
Do I sense a one-eyed serpent
Rising slowly now from behind this old thundering cloud?
Was it a trick of the evening star,
Or had I been blinded by the passing lights?
(You are blind, you are blind)
Could it be that I really saw myself
Reflected in his green-grey eyes?
(You're blind)

It's hard to waltz precisely
When his towering stature casts its shadow all over me.
But since he's leading now, anyway,
I might just as well step onto his feet...

27.03.2017

Cornucopia D'Amour (Füllhorn Der Liebe)

I do not eat because I'm hungry,
Though, this sometimes happens too,
I, I only eat because I'm alone
And I got nothing else to do.

I recently discovered it's the perfect way to pass the time,
I'm wolfing down all kinds of shit,
To fill the emptiness inside.

I tend to live on chocolate now,
For reasons I mentioned above,
The fridge's become my new best friend,
And food my substitute for love.

I do not really go for taste,
There's no such thing as 'good or bad',
I get no joy from eating food
'Cause all things taste the same...—I'm fat.

I've banned all mirrors from my home,
I cannot bear them judging me,
I feel, I'm gaining weight each day.
I hate myself enough for three.
I do not eat because I'm hungry,
Well, yes, that sometimes happens too,
I mostly eat because I am alone,
And I've got nothing else to do.

27.03.2017

Hello

I've been alone with him inside my mind
And in my dreams he kissed my lips a thousand times
I sometimes see him pass outside my door

Hello, is it me you're looking for?
I can't see it in your eyes
I can't see it in your smile
He's all I've ever wanted,
And my arms are open wide
'Cause he knows just what to say
And he knows just what to do
And I want to tell him so much, I...

I long to see the sunlight in his hair
And he'll tell me time and time again how much he cares
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow

Hello, I've just got to let him know:
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely,
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I...

Hello, it's not me you're looking for
Though I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I...

25.03.2017

Infant

Would your bare your neck to the walking dead
Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?
Tell me, isn't it nice —every once in a while—
Being the centre of attention of a loving,
Handsome parasite,
Answering your call, the invitation of the scar,
For being wanted —accepted— for the way you feel you are?!

25.03.2017

The Dreadful Mirror

White as snow lie my lover's bones
In the soft velvet soil of the vault,
And I, his bride, sleep by his side,
To celebrate our sacred love.

At times it seems that I'm existing only
Within some fading memory,
But dreams are all sacred, dreams are all holy...—
And, by far, still the safest place
For my poor soul to be.

Do not speak of the terrible place
That guided your war-horse
And your living stake!
We are dancing in circles
With the dear living dead,
We are blessed with the corpses
That coil 'round our necks.
Please, don't speak of that terrible place,
That once guided your war-horse
And your living stake!
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses
That feed on our necks.

I caught a glimpse of myself on the other sphere
And for a fleeting moment I forgot the tears.
Dreams are precious and —OH— so is sleep,
This, my safest, yet, by far,
The most fragile of all retreats.

Do not speak of the terrible place
That guided your war-horse
And your living stake!
We are dancing in circles
With the dear living dead,
We are blessed with the corpses
That coil 'round our necks.
Please, don't speak of that terrible place,
That once guided your war-horse
And your living stake!
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses
That feed on our necks.

25.03.2017

Sopor Fratrem Mortis Est

'Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,
enter the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear...—
Every soul is starving here...'

The silence of the graves is not silent at all:
Millions of the dead are crying in their graves,
But no one can hear them,
No one ever hears...
No one can hear them...
Except for the dead themselves.

We can't die, no we can't die,
It doesn't even matter if we try.
We fear/hate the living, we shun the light,
Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside.

And sleep... Sleep is the brother of death,
So lie down beside this skeleton
in the coldness of the grave,
Let the embrace of his dead arms
keep you all save and sound.
Buried in slumber... silently...
Forever beneath the ground.

Stalk 'The night', if that's your wish,
With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix,
Yet, if you find our graves, we won't be there,
There are thousands of places left for our despair.

And every night it's the same again:
'The feast of Blood is about to begin!'
We are wretched... pathetic... the flickering souls,
But staging our pain is all part of the whole.
And when all lights are fading,
leaving but a fleeting glow,
Then, after far too many years,
it's time for us to go.

'Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,
Walk in the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear...—
Every soul is starving here.
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie,
Bury the body you chose to deny.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear...—
Every soul is starving here.'

25.03.2017

The Feast of Blood

Today they've found another one
Lifeless on the cold subway-floor.
His face was turned to his back...—
The same way the other died before.
Drain the mortals to their last convulsion
and veil the ancient cause,
Let off of them and see them tumble,
Let off and enjoy their fall!

The Feast of Blood...—
Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob!

This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside,
This very special sort of wine.
So delicious, let it flow, devour... Oh, so divine.
Alas, this feast shall never end,
Until in hell we all descent...

25.03.2017

Beautiful Thorn

Ivy kissed the shadows,
As morning lusts for dew,
She with lips of sweetest pain
Lies in wait for you.
With the dawn she went away,
Before mist veiled the earth,
Nothing remained —except for the wounds—
The only gift of her.

'Oh, for themselves they should despair,
When our graves lie in silence, but we're not there.
When there are voices close to your ear,
But no reflection is haunting the mirror.'
With the dawn we fade away,
Before mist veils the earth,
Nothing remains, except for the wounds...—
The only gift of him, me or her.

25.03.2017

Stake Of My Soul

Would your bare your neck to the walking dead
Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?
Tell me, isn't it nice —every once in a while—
Being the centre of attention of a loving,
Handsome parasite,
Answering your call, the invitation of the scar,
For being wanted —accepted— for the way you feel you are?!

25.03.2017

Omen Sinistrum

Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,
Walk in the garden of the night.
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie,
Bury the body you chose to deny.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear...—
Every soul is starving here.

25.03.2017

The Virgin Queen

Panda-ghost-face
Oh, dear me I do still ponder on
The old 'first question' I ever raised
Was by mistake, a 'singular' one.

Handsome and straight
I only detect the safety of denial
The 'masculinear', slap in the face
There are some tears I shall never cry

Brothers in arms I tend to ignore
I am sadly waving a sigh
From the other shore
It is by far not an easy thing
To delight the barrent heart
Of the Virgin Queen.

There is not a man walking this earth
That I would like to watch
I do not care about your pretty face
I never thought about your crotch!
I do not marvel at your body
Be it athletic or fat
I do not long for your sick kiss
There is no room for you in my bed!

There's no magic-man wandering here,
Whose wand I'd want to touch!
Well, I don't mind a handsome face
But none shall ever make me blush!
I never bowed before a statue
For I'm the Gorgon's work of art,
I am not dying to be kissed
There's no fire in my well-sedated heart

Sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers
And fire-fighters too ...
Some like a man in uniform, well, I confess ... I do.

Auf Pfederucken wohnt das Gluck
Schau, dieser hengst ist gut bestuckt!

It is, by far, not an easy thing
To delight the heart of the Virgin Queen

Oh, sailors, soldiers, cops, and rangers
Fire-fighters too
Some like a man in uniform
And our queen does too.
But she is married to the throne
The royal sceptre that she holds
She made the greatest sacrifice
For the poses she's destined to strike!

We're sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers,
Fire-fighters too,
We're marching men in uniform
Our queen is fair and true
Oh, she's so lonely on her throne
Cold is the sceptre that she holds
She made the greatest sacrifice
For the poses that she's destined to strike

Brothers in arms I tend to ignore,
I am sadly waving a sigh from the other shore
It is by far not an easy thing
To delight the barren heart of the Virgin Queen

Brothers in arms she tends to ignore
She is sadly waving a sigh
From the other shore
It is by far not an easy thing
To delight the barren heard
Of the Virgin Queen ...

24.03.2017

The Simple Joys Of Maidenhood

Where the exit-door leads in,
He scrutinises circling clockwise,
Counting two out of the three,
Slightly above the first degree

'Has there been blood?'

He asks politely as, once a year, we do explore
With my head resting on the pillow
Gateways towards
Plutonian shores

Some are caused by downward pressure
So, don't strain when opening bowels
The simple joys of maidenhood
The red-eyed fox is on the prowl

Rubber-bands for arteries
These Indian seeds do soak like flees
Reduce the use of salts and lose some weight
Walk half an hour every day

I openly dislike your vagueness
In handling hours we appoint
But when you choose
Your pronouns rightly
I do silently rejoice

Some are caused by downward pressure
So, don't strain when opening bowels
The simple joys of maidenhood
The red-eyed fox is on the prowl

So, listen closely, girls and boys,
This song is about hemorrhoids
Not anyone's but mine, of course
A secret part I now disclose

24.03.2017

To Walk Behind the Rows

I climbed the stairs up to his floor
And placed the box outside his door
I did not speak, said not a word,
Left as I came... unseen... unheard.

Threefold the sign had marked this day,
To end a love, one-sided, fey:
The sickle and the morning-star
And the brightest moon...—
O, virgin I, unanswered bride,
Have freed myself from you.

I, like ether,
Veiled in shadow and in silver light,
Sever all the wicked ties that used to bind me,
Bind me to the likes of him.

Go.

24.03.2017

The Curse of the Mummy

Do not drink
the milk he brought.
Older men bear poison
in their hearts.

24.03.2017

Cornflowers

If I had... Oh, if I only had a proper cunt
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
And bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my tomb.

Come, my handsome ghost of lust, and masturbate for me
I promise, it will get you out of your misery
I have been sleeping on the floor for days
To keep myself from dreaming,
A punishment for things delayed,
Maybe for disbelieving.

Don't scare away the old crows in the field,
Walking in slumber... through rows and rows of corn.
I am madly in love with a sad illusion, don't you see...—
But, then again, aren't we all?

He will build a temple, a temple for your Schwanz,
and he will build it, build it with his mouth.
He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
All through the lonely midnight hours.

If I had a proper cunt, I'd lift my skirt for you,
I'd take your hard cock in my hands
And bury it deeply in my tomb.

23.03.2017

The Lion's Promise

After the boy had taken a walk
With his dear —deceased— Grandmother,
His feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church,
Giving quite an imposing grandeur.
Partially sunken in the morass, if the marshland,
All foggy and chronically overcast...—
The ancient house was waiting.
The haunted house lies waiting.

Clockwise, the stone flight is spiralling upwards,
But soon, the passage becomes too small to get on...—
Even though the boy's now crawling.
Anxiously he attempts to restrain,
But his way back seems to be obstructed:
Gelatinous hearts are lined-up along the walls,
Each of them inseminated —or defiled— by a black tadpole.

A stone lion promises to be the boy's rescue...—
But only, if he eventually...stops running away...from him...

23.03.2017

The City In The Sea

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city, lying alone
Far down, within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad
And the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines and palaces and towers
Time-eaten towers that tremble not
Resemble nothing that is ours
Around, by lifting winds forgot
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Up domes, up spires, up kingly halls
Up fanes, up Babylon, like walls
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers.

Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet and the vine
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with luminous waves
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass

No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo! A stir in the air
The wave, there is a movement there
As if the towers had thrust aside
In slightly sinking the dull tide
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy heaven.

The waves have now a redder glow
The hours are breathing faint and low
And when, amid no earthly moans
Down, down that town shall settle hence
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones
Shall do it reverence.