Tonight looked as the Miramar did
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Tonight looked as the Miramar did
Reading through the rages which twilight hid
Twinge of white and red bound together easy for sight
In that steam night of Miramar’s light.
Arabesques and arches resounding Caesar’s ring
In lands unimaginable by both Moor and King.
Wherefore is wood and wherefore the ardour
In this land of men rapt by endless plastic labour?
When the grasses sang a yellow-violet display
the swamp’s faeries rose from the ether to play
Whilst I discoursed long with holy prophet and stain’d ba’al
Till a new golden heat wrought out blue atlantic day.
The rolling of dew from a palm’s face embracing the sky
Watching a peacock’s violent beak clipped
And bleeding, cocking till it shall die.
The miramar’s sights bound red and in feathers iridescent.
The Tonight looked as the Miramar did by Albert Albaladejo, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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criticism, please