TOO ENDLESSLY

Hemmingway’s Folly

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The rolling river knows and to this torture shows

From virtues sodden garments strewn

The bloodless captives body hewn

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O endless river follow long, a plaintiff song

Where dreams will last forever

Our deepest friendships we sever

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We cannot chide the moon its life is longer

Loves bite is stronger than the

Sentiment of shadows, wayward arrows

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When we write our story down in verse

We suckle at life’s wet nurse

Who forces her to yield?

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What bastard drone betide may step aside

Abandon loves purest reason

To fulfil the rutting stag in season

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And nature charming like a sceptarian

Seven hands for seven throats

Seven lives, seven moats

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And in this spun tale of summer gold,

I see within her folds, lust has wed

The serpents head, so angry and so red

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The deed was done, of sumnal scum

O great Rome, she still speaks to the soul of man

Offers prayers to Zeus and gods of Roman story

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O harlot tramp the hoary, not centre of our story

Some saints are set for glory

Shield me O’ phantom roaring

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And in all this turgid mire she capitulates

Loves lovers lost beneath her virgin state

Loves moment born to virtue sworn

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The specious dawn of fair Capricorn

O laugh to scorn the sanscript of her love forlorn

The lover bared capitulates to sporn

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O holy fire that burns the chaff of lust in satan’s pire

The wire of restraint within a maidens fire

For they burn inside the hole of hell

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And Saint Adronedes astride the golden shire

Steps forth to shout at Surgun’s sun

Her fervour to espunge

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Ho, regulateur the northern sun as cold as fire

Extends her holy, male-born spire

This Captain’s heart of swollen desire

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In Capita’ de Espana a Bull’s testiculos

to determine the diminutive

The collective compulsive

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We stop to observe the wonder of her gaze

The memory of Hemmingway’s ways

Too endlessly they disappear

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30.11.2020