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Lines for Paul
Oh my poor sad Quixote
I fear dolorous times
For you
Poor mad La Mancha
The arms of the Inquistion
Are long
Their judgements harsh
And their dungeons
Deep and cold
Though not I fear
As the one
Where you already dwell
She was not saintly Dulcinea
Nor sinful Aldonza
For both are gone
Long and long
Lost in the mists
Of time and memory
Sad knight errant
your vision now
Not dream
But nightmare
Only Sancho left
Who cannot excuse
Nor heal
But can understand
That dreams
With their radiance
Can burn the brain to cinders-
Impossible indeed
I fear dolorous times
For you
Poor mad La Mancha
The arms of the Inquistion
Are long
Their judgements harsh
And their dungeons
Deep and cold
Though not I fear
As the one
Where you already dwell
She was not saintly Dulcinea
Nor sinful Aldonza
For both are gone
Long and long
Lost in the mists
Of time and memory
Sad knight errant
your vision now
Not dream
But nightmare
Only Sancho left
Who cannot excuse
Nor heal
But can understand
That dreams
With their radiance
Can burn the brain to cinders-
Impossible indeed
Published 9th Mar 2013
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9th Mar 2013 10:26pm
Wonderfully wrought and except for Rocinante, you covered all bases (I'm nit-picking on an otherwise great work of art). Sorry if this comment doesn't do it justice, I read the book in Spanish IV while in high school. Best thing I've read since joining yesterday, cheers LMN!
9th Mar 2013 11:38pm
Sending you a big hug. You are such a kind and sympathetic soul Noir, I wonder how a heart so big can fit in a regular man's body.
Lola
Lola
10th Mar 2013 1:29am
yeah, th'gals used to say the same to me...then a master surgeon sawed thru my sternum & opened up my cage, & spent some sixteen hours re-tailoring my unbeating wonder-heart. Did a bloody good job, as i was apparently a very slippery anomaly after 4 previous under-diagnosed & undertreated m.i.'s in 7months time.....boy, talk about an explosion of psyche. Main 'problem' is that apparently it rendered me semi-invisible for 13yrs now (casper-the-friendly-ghost syndrome)wit a consciousness that sees Our normalcy as comic'horrid absurdity & has become virtually useless in real-world business because i'm silently laughing hysterically, thinkin "How is it that WE(it's all collective spirit- 'nothing personal', thus i'm almost unoffendable,thank g'odd) actually Live this way,& Believe it to be Real?" yikes! (well,it was fun writing this) maybe this should be 'my next poom'----
BTW: eXtra fine poem,poet-shady'Muse....
yrs truly,
just-anOther KnightErrorant(Noir)
BTW: eXtra fine poem,poet-shady'Muse....
yrs truly,
just-anOther KnightErrorant(Noir)
12th Mar 2013 8:56am
