Thursday, November 30, 2006


"Come with me, Love, and I will show you where
the deadly nightshade blooms, and bittersweet
grows wild and red, and bears such poison meat
as Adam ate. Come eat, Love, if you dare,
and say goodbye to life, my Love. Godspeed!
The spider spins a shroud of webs and roots
of grass and columbine, and tender shoots,
all brittle lace, finespun and filigreed!"

"The grave's a boggy place, my Love, and narrow
is the bed. The night is long and safe,
my Love, the earth is soft, and will not chafe.
I'll come and smile and thank you well tomorrow:
I'll come and bid adieu, but I'll not stay!
I've other fires to spark and tend today!"



Anonymous said...

oh Assassin, is this yours? It's great. I love the way it undermines the Romantics. I kept thinking I'd read this before.

pepektheassassin said...

I hope not! It is mine, from "In Willie's HOuse." Glad you like it!

ecm said...

I have to echo the romantics. I like the ancient language and phrases.

Anonymous said...

I like the flow of words and the brush with the darker side,

Nic said...

Love "the grave's a boggy place and/narrow is the bed"! Enjoyed the read, thanks for sharing. Nic

Anonymous said...

and will not chafe..such a complicated image.

Being of colorado now, the columbine wil always speak of young passion, even for death.

and the last line. A beautiful withdrawal...

Anonymous said...

I've been reading some of the romantics again lately so I very much enjoyed this piece. I felt you paid homage to the style quite nicely.