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Alcázar
de Sevilla
plus ultra
come into the shade 
be with me 
little wings light here 
under the honey locust 
in orange trees
cooler air is cast 
a little further 
come 
the peacock in the shadowed
leaves 
comes to a branch, tips, steps
off
into the sun 
into the blue beyond
and in the cannon's mouth 
by sabre stung 
the centuries feed on  
court after court 
make luxury awe 
understand what this God gives 
here among roses 
no further to climb 
still this sun will rise
heretics burn 
there will be new worlds 
to loot 
a trickle of Christ's blood 
trickle of wine 
gruel for the beggars
and slaves 
a forest is slain 
for the cloth of these ships 
let us have water 
from a great falling height
the glory of honour 
this treachery 
the verb has no form 
for what we have done
let us have seas 
enough for our ships 
and so the world is 
set to spin 
the laughter of poets
for this 
in orange trees
shadow and leaf cast 
little wings light here 
under the honey locust 
come into the shade 
be with me 
 
ReplyDeleteplus ultra
sail beyond
non plus ultra
go no further
than history
or faded glories
go beyond
tomorrow
everyone does it
all that history and the smell of it!
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