words fallen

from Tennyson

by Roberto Lavidez

what words

are these

have fallen

from me

sought far less

for truth

than power

in knowledge

we live within

the stranger’s

land

better to me

the meanest

weed that

blows upon

its mountain

for always

roaming with

a hungry heart

much have I

seen and

known

and now

there is

but one

of all

my blood

who will

embrace me

in the

world-to-be

we that are

plagued with

dreams of

something

sweet

beyond all

sweetness in

a life so rich

and ever

the wind blew

and yellowing

leaf and gloom

and gleam

and round

from all

the world

the voices came

we know not

and we know

not why

we moan

the years

will roll into

the centuries

and mine will

ever be

a name

of scorn

the crime

of sense

became

the crime

of malice

and is

equal blame

the phantom

husks of

something

foully done

and fleeting

thro’ the

boundless

universe

I climb

the hill

from end

to end

of all the

landscape

underneath

then flew in

a dove and

brought

a summons

from the sea

one would

think

that it well

might drown

all life

in the eye

felt at

my heart

and seemed

to charm

from thence

the wrath

I nursed

against

the world

but sometimes

in the

falling day

an image

seemed

to pass

the door

to catch

a dragon in

a cherry net

to trip

a tigress with

a gossamer

but I remain’d

whose hopes

were dim

whose life

whose thoughts

were little

worth

I was left

alone and

thirsting

in a land

of sand

and thorns

that shadow

waiting with

the keys

to shroud me

from my

proper scorn

so closed

our tale

of which

I give you all

the random

scheme

as wildly

as it rose

till all

at once

beyond

the will

I hear

a wizard

music roll

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