Mysselhøj, a Danish gravemound from the early bronze age.
when god lets my body be
from each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom
the purpled world will dance upon
between my lips which did sing
a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes
will lay between their little breasts
my strong fingers beneath the snow
into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass
their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be
with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea
Nowadays a greatly undervalued poet, but then we have now so few, vanderluen excepted, of course.
Posted by: bob sykes at January 15, 2015 4:52 PM
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