An Illusory Intertwingling of Reason and Response

Literary: Anything waxing literary and Classical goes here. Occasionally I’ll put up a post which is entirely or largely a poem. Those go in Poetry. I even sometimes (though I would be the first to tell you that “literary criticism is bunk”) post some critique.

Tafel :: literary :: poetry

Wednesday, February 02, 2005


In pain of mind and lame of word
her lovely, icèd claws
by image grip my view.

Though not in self I solace find,
a calm steals o’er my skull
and numbs my pain of love.

For longer than forever now
I wait to satiate
my thirsty soul of her.

If only I’d a vilja sought,
my soul arrest could find,
for only for forever
would she flee.