Kentucky poems / Madison Cawein; with an introd. by Edmund Gosse [electronic text]
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Kentucky poems / Madison Cawein; with an introd. by Edmund Gosse [electronic text]
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Cawein, Madison Julius, 1865-1914
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New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.
1903
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DIONYSIA
THE day is dead; and in the westThe slender crescent of the moon—Diana's crystal-kindled crest—Sinks hillward in a silvery swoon.What is the murmur in the dell?The stealthy whisper and the drip?A Dryad with her leaf-light trip?A Naiad o'er her fountain well?—Who with white fingers for her comb,Sleeks her blue hair, and from its curlsShowers slim minnows and pale pearls,And hollow music of the foam.What is it in the vistaed ways
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That leans and springs, and stoops and sways?—The naked limbs of one who flees?An Oread who hesitatesBefore the Satyr form that waits,Crouching to leap, that there she sees?Or under boughs, reclining cool,A Hamadryad, like a poolOf moonlight, palely beautiful?Or Limnad, with her lilied face,More lovely than the misty laceThat haunts a star and gives it grace?Or is it some LeimoniadIn wildwood flowers dimly clad?Oblong blossoms white as froth,Or mottled like the tiger-moth;Or brindled as the brows of death,Wild of hue and wild of breath:Here ethereal flame and milkBlent with velvet and with silk;
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Here an iridescent glowMixed with satin and with snow:Pansy, poppy and the paleSerpolet and galingale;Mandrake and anemone,Honey-reservoirs o' the bee;Cistus and the cyclamen,—Cheeked like blushing Hebe this,And the other white as isBubbled milk of Venus whenCupid's baby mouth is pressed,Rosy to her rosy breast.And, besides, all flowers that mateWith aroma, and in hueStars and rainbows duplicateHere on earth for me and you.
Yea! at last mine eyes can see!'Tis no shadow of the tree
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Swaying softly there, but she!—Mænad, Bassarid, Bacchant,What you will, who doth enchantNight with sensuous nudity.Lo! again I hear her pantBreasting through the dewy glooms—Through the glow-worm gleams and glowersOf the starlight;—wood-perfumesSwoon around her and frail showersOf the leaflet-tilted rain.Lo! like love, she comes againThrough the pale voluptuous dusk,Sweet of limb with breasts of musk.With her lips, like blossoms, breathingHoneyed pungence of her kiss,And her auburn tresses wreathingLike umbrageous helichrys,There she stands, like fire and snow,In the moon's ambrosial glow,
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Both her shapely loins low-loopedWith the balmy blossoms, drooped,Of the deep amaracus.Spiritual, yet sensual,Lo, she ever greets me thusIn my vision; white and tall,Her delicious body there,—Raimented with amorous air,—To my mind expresses allThe allurements of the world.And once more I seem to feelOn my soul, like frenzy, hurledAll the passionate past.—I reel,Greek again in ancient Greece,In the Pyrrhic revelries;In the mad and Mænad dance;Onward dragged with violence;Pan and old Silenus andFaunus and a Bacchant band
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Round me. Wild my wine-stained handO'er tumultuous hair is lifted;While the flushed and Phallic orgiesWhirl around me; and the margesOf the wood are torn and riftedWith lascivious laugh and shout.And barbarian there again,—Shameless with the shameless rout,Bacchus lusting in each vein,—With her pagan lips on mine,Like a god made drunk with wine,On I reel; and in the revelsHer loose hair, the dance dishevels,Blows, and 'thwart my vision swimsAll the splendour of her limbs…
So it seems. Yet woods are lonely.And when I again awake,I shall find their faces only
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Moonbeams in the boughs that shake;And their revels, but the rushOf night-winds through bough and brush.Yet my dreaming—is it moreThan mere dreaming? Is a doorOpened in my soul? a curtainRaised? to let me see for certainI have lived that life before?
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