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Saturday, 18 July 2015

OXONIAN NOON, A Poem by James L.S. Carter


                                                                     OXONIAN NOON

                                                                    by James L.S. Carter




                                                         



                    From every quad to every quad, from quads

                    Cloistered in thoughts, like gardens' summer-times,

                    Drift to the Isis the long-lasting chimes

                    Of bells across the green where stillness lauds

                    The bells, seeming to rob the noise of Gods

                    Who would be summoned by a passion's crimes

                     Such as make way into bard's sorry rhymes

                     Suffered thro' centuries at Honour Mods.

                     But Lares ands Penates, Dryads, Sylphs

                     And Bulgars lately escaped the continent

                     Are here in plenty by each battlement

                     Whose gargoyles'grimaces cleansed of all filths

                     And grimes but the original can't peep

                     Through crenels where secret courtyards sleep.

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