[Fragment 21a-b]

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

            7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15

            16   17

      L'Origine, Salomé II

            18   19   20   21   22   23   24

      The Night Sea Crossing

            25   26   27   28   29   30

      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

            32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39

      Imago Dei

            40   41   42   43   44   45   46

      The Seven Dreams of Paris

            47   48   49   50   51   52

      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

            53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60

            61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68

            69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76

            77   78   79   80   81   82   83

 

And the Light Falls, Remir

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      Arcanum

      Alchemy

      The Occult

      Love

      Art

      Grace

 

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So it begins: with a breath, with a wind; with the thin, transparent green of lacewings flittering; a skirt’s ruffled hem flapping; a chain of clover flowers like cat-struck yarn; three locks of hair in contest of jest, flinging themselves repeatedly out across a face sublimely innocent, elegantly intent, in its concentrations far too expressive for eyes to bear (though, right now, her skirt is hiked and open, and all attentions are within); a sun shower snowfall of pollen; blue bells; pomegranates; hummingbird flower blossoms like salmon leaping a vine fall; within the trees, only somewhat slightly distant, the occasional sounds of a stream which, if its burbling is found and followed, winds round and back past that great, red rock over and again (if never from the same side, and though the path hereto was never not dry); cockateels are heard among the branches; and toucans; (shh! a goldfinch! just there! so close!); and just glanced, the tufted ears of a fox; bunny slippers and fishnets; a gleaming, green-eyed puma draped upon the bed (look to the nimbus that surrounds it, and ignore the mangled mutilation held under its paw: unfortunately requisite, or unavoidable, but needs not be dwelt upon); blood stains, seeping along the ridges of the ripples in the sheets (it does make a pretty pattern, though; does it not?).

And how beautiful Salomé

Her flesh the glowing moon