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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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