Joseph waxed evermo

> One Star In Sight--------------------
>
> Thy feet in mire thy head in murk, oh man how piteous thy plight, the
> doubts that daunt the ills that irk, thou hast not wit nor will to
> fight.
>
> How hope in heart or worth in work. No Star in sight.
>
> Thy "Gods" prooved puppets of the priests.
>
> "TRUTH" all's relation science sighed! In bondage with thy brother
> beast love tortured thee as loves hope died and loves faith rotted, life
> no lest dim star descried
>
> Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled to find a chance cast clod
> whose pain was purposeless, appalled it trod its vain agony across the
> void sky.
>
> All souls eternally exist. Each individual, ultimate, each makes itself
> a mist of mind and flesh to celebrate some tender tryst.
>
> Some drunkards doting on the dream despair that it should die, mistake
> themselves for their own shadow scheme, one star can summon them to
> wake!
>
> Star soles serene that gleam on life's calm lake
>
>


ObFood: What sauce best accompanies crab-dill ravioli? Beurre blanc? Velouté
sauce? Marguery sauce?


I

Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,
Of light and love the tempers of the heart,
Whack their boys' limbs,
And, winding-footed in their shawl and sheet,
Groom the dark brides, the widows of the night
Fold in their arms.

The shades of girls, all flavoured from their shrouds,
When sunlight goes are sundered from the worm,
The bones of men, the broken in their beds,
By midnight pulleys that unhouse the tomb.

II

In this our age the gunman and his moll
Two one-dimensional ghosts, love on a reel,
Strange to our solid eye,
And speak their midnight nothings as they swell;
When cameras shut they hurry to their hole
down in the yard of day.

They dance between their arclamps and our skull,
Impose their shots, showing the nights away;
We watch the show of shadows kiss or kill
Flavoured of celluloid give love the lie.

III

Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which
Shall fall awake when cures and their itch
Raise up this red-eyed earth?
Pack off the shapes of daylight and their starch,
The sunny gentlemen, the Welshing rich,
Or drive the night-geared forth.

The photograph is married to the eye,
Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth;
The dream has sucked the sleeper of his faith
That shrouded men might marrow as they fly.

IV

This is the world; the lying likeness of
Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move
Loving and being loth;
The dream that kicks the buried from their sack
And lets their trash be honoured as the quick.
This is the world. Have faith.

For we shall be a shouter like the cock,
Blowing the old dead back; our shots shall smack
The image from the plates;
And we shall be fit fellows for a life,
And who remains shall flower as they love,
Praise to our faring hearts.

---Dylan Thomas - Our Eunuch Dreams