[Fragment 12]

A.E.M. Baumann

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The Knossian Oracles

      Περὶ Ποιητικῆς . . .

            1   2   3

      Daedalus in Tartarus

            4   5   6

      L'Origine, Salomé I

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      L'Origine, Salomé II

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      The Night Sea Crossing

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      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

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      Imago Dei

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      The Seven Dreams of Paris

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      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

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And the Light Falls, Remir

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(dance for me; come to the garden and dance; the flowers call, the aster and the gladiolus; dance for me; the trees call, heavy with fruit; come to me and dance;

Night. Night. Night. And right chimes the stylite bells of St. Alexander’s, hospital corners and pews a’unison, and nary a strike awry from apse to narthex as accords the orthodoxy: well-held lines; a well-sounded chorus; a well-placed font, with gilt rose and tempered ornament, offering pure, lukewarm assurance of a realm well defended. All is well, cry the counters of hours. All is well.

come; alone in the garden i walk, and want that you come to me and dance for me; come, the blossoms speak to me of you, as you in dancing sing of them;

Night. Night. Night. And white-blotched moths huddle at street lights, pens fluttering in fustian rigor, rewriting line by line rhymes rewritten time again before.

dance for me; i wish it so; the air is too still; dance for me; the trees are impatient, the flowers anxious that you be back among their number; come, dance; come;