Lay for the Day 13th
commemorate the death in 1599 of Edmund Spenser, poet of The Faerie
Centaur to Athene
undivide my nature,
goddess of the grey eyes,
That my moiety of wordless creature
my hands full of trust
four horny feet stir the dust.
you walked in thin array
buds rose pink in the spray-sprigged sheath
Of lawn, and feet that trod the lawn beneath
as light as day,
wished youd brave
rocks solitary enclave.
thunder shook in my side
lightning flickered, shining like rain.
I should be the storm over fields of grain,
wide to bearded lips,
grappled to milk-white hips.
came and overcame me,
just and gentle, grey-eyed goddess,
Whose skilled fingers in these harsh curls tame me
as they bless.
men proclaim me
for my lust but learnedness.
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