1.18.2012

The Hymns

it is addressed thusly:
An ode
it reads:
These hymns of the church
Whose verses lumber and lurch
Against those mellifluous rows
Of poetry seem they but prose
And the psalms too,
Had noticed it, you?
One man called them rocks in a sling
Which crush to dust each passionate thing
These, oddly metered as well
Drive hard to the border of hell
Whereat they stay, but cease to despair
Smashing the gates that stand brazenly there.

1 comment:

  1. Piercing strokes from pen do wield
    As sword from tongue are Curdie’s rhymes
    When hymns resound and darkness yield
    Clear bombs bring forth the crashing chimes.

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