Ivana Plucinski
Fourty Nine North
Wave fronts of light, sky delicate,
Radiance soft, valley mellow,
Wondering through September fate
To minor-key adagio;
Broad leaves freed from green religion
And supplications to the sun.
Chance for dervish meditation,
Dance to reveal loom weft unspun;
Secret frameworks touch new spectrum,
Angel damasks in flamboyance,
Preparing life for minimum
Finally of extravagance.
In wilderness in Merlin mood
Transit of prophetic harvest,
In retreat to fortress bark wood,
In vague echoes of timeas forest
Chill winds soon will siege the solstice;
Spirits of their substance lupine
From vast ice fields of Polaris
Chasing shadows cast by famine;
Under cool transforming mosaic
Give your love light one final kiss,
Before she takes you into heartache,
Before you visit dark abyss
And though shiver on your pale face
Hold faith in continuity,
Persephone will rise through space
To weave new spring time tapestry.
Art of Love
My lord, make for me sky that I hear
Continuous in mountains
And rivers that flow from stars
In soul spirit dancing.
Light my eyes, sound my ear
Scent my nose, put salt and lemon
Sugar on my tongue,
Bathe my touch in liquid tango
In frequency space unisons
Of instantaneous eternity,
And paint with luminous deep unknown!
Or show me the music of gold set free
And light rose pink,
Rising in the blue pearl heart;
Form rays of will and wisdom,
Intelligence divine,
Make real unreal and known
In utter devotion,
With ceremony of magic and order
From atom to cosmos by the million
Periodic, in birth and life and death,
Involuting evolving obscuring
Inert active rhythm,
By economy, attraction and synthesis,
In cohesion and disintegration
In magnetic and fixation,
In sacrifice and surrender;
Fuse these to art of love.
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