JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
It's lucky Shakespeare never knew a lovely woman quite like you, since even he, the Avon Bard, might well have found the task too hard of mining with his magic pen the spell you cast on mortal men, and failing thus, he might have lost the will to write, which could have cost the world his Hamlet or his Lear. I'm glad he didn't know you, dear.
It's lucky that Bob Dylan met Miss Joan Baez, not you, my pet, who gave him shelter from the storm but never truly kept him warm, or else the answer might have blown not in the wind, but you alone, and he'd have made a duller rhyme, "You did not waste my precious time," and all his songs would burst with cheer. I'm glad he didn't know you, dear.
It's lucky that the road Frost took did not afford him one good look at you, or he'd have quit his pen and joined the ranks of rhymeless men who all their lives would never know the urge to lie down in the snow or what it's like to pick and pick so many apples you grow sick. You could have ruined a great career. I'm glad he didn't know you, dear.
Oh no! I truly think it's best that you met me, and not the rest, since I have nothing on my plate your beauty would adulterate, and if it's me, my love, you choose, the world has nothing much to lose. So for the sake of timeless art, won't you let me in your heart? From worthy souls, you should stay clear. I'm glad they do not know you, dear.
