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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

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The autumn junket to Onogoro

and the cabin under siege by storms

intent to command the night

as they had the day –

Within, on headless bed,

adrift swirling and turbulent cloth,

you played

     (aptly)

   the Borghese,

cast in obsidian permissiveness

and velvet demand,

bibbing wine out a bowl,

in beads and scandal adorned,

and ivory-pinned braids,

(an apple at hand)

biesting bathed and cat-lapped,

seraphic, serpentine, and impishly cocksure

(A study in contrasts carried like your infrequent earrings

in lobes as delicate as pads on newborn toes

“Half the princes in Italy have thought to run me through

with their pretty poniards.”

“My hands are rather versed in the Mustard Seed Garden and Palladio’s quatrain; so take to your fours, and let free your murmuring breasts.”