When I was twenty-one I drank from the Kastallian Spring at the foot of the Phaedriades--at Delphi. Every time I lift a glass to my thirsty lips I drink from that spring. Our own Paul Lake just emailed me this, another poem that drinks from the spring of Vinicius de Moraes:
Lullaby
Hush, child, invisible
As thought or silent prayer
Around a supper table,
Restless and fugitive,
Dear ghost, if you are able,
Consider the young pair
Whose adolescent love
Had not grown full enough
To grant you a small share,
And, for love’s sake, forgive
Those suffered now to live
In love beneath one roof,
By absence made your heirs.
In the not too distant future, Paul will be joining us as Guest Lariat, and I hope you will avail yourselves of this opportunity to query our gifted poet, novelist, aspiring verse dramatist, and teacher, about what makes him tick.--Timothy
|