The White Goddess
Having crawled from dark woods and lonely night, what is this lurking here? It can be nothing else but the work of the restless, toiling dead.
"Your broad, high brow is whiter than a leper's,
"Your broad, high brow is whiter than a leper's,
Your eyes are flax-flower blue, blood-red your lips,
Your hair curls honey-colored to white hips.
All saints revile you, and all sober men
Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean;
Yet for me rises even in November
(Rawest of months) so cruelly new a vision,
Cerridwen, of your beatific love
I forget violence and long betrayal,
Careless of where the next bright bolt might fall."
- Robert Graves
- Robert Graves
posted by John | 10:18 PM
2 Comments:
So you had her spray painted? It's looking good!
Yes, though we are not yet finished.
It is funny how things change. If you'd told me we ought to spray the paint on a year ago, I would have rebelled. Well, we now have something like 48 days to finish the house, so it's sounding really good now.
Desperation is the mother of all compromise.
And thanks. It certainly looks much better sprayed than weathered and flaking.
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