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Hunter's Moon (i) at a stroke the accident of power watching cars go by everything committed to the balance of understanding communication with the mysteries of life – whizzz helpless dreams on the battlefield of time the fallen & the slain shoals of fire fly light in alchemical equation an intricate complexity to surreal music outside from fresco to pastiche clouds to stains down the corridors of time a poisonous kiss death in the canvass music in still life only the ritual remains on the waves of moirai written with even the unwritten in sign of the time in eternal return in the mirror of origins in the heart of the labyrinth time is a harp its music trapped between mute strings (ii) autumn & the blackberry’s dropsy reek of undergrowth fetid rank dank as dead winter sets in sinister with it’s shadow a stranger at the door knocking memory is a place knocking existence its cage (iii) time on the shore where memory laps in the bay to enter silhouetted in the door the fates dance the dice of chance & you must embrace the infinite unresolved face moon light through the bars on the ninth wave the arisen minotaur eros unbound under the hunter’s moon (iv) the body snatcher’s have arrived perhaps we are all mandarins don’t you wish you had died before what havocs remain changes to bring to the names of things on omniscience’s timeless wing under scarlet skies that fall no more from heaven call down your satellite gaze your helicopter guns given to your children & tomorrow’s rats (v) exit way out tomorrow way out tomorrow exit distances that fall to fences what might have been in place of history's name another fame nor this more sacred domain than the other less profane in knowledge’s name but owned & disowned we fall to our fate’s behest a phantom ruin tumultuous on the swell where the high arches topple only to arise again (vi) to aspiring spires & glittering processions as if the nakedness of the day where the northern niche glitters dimly glimmering were less than the door step speaks ashes to ashes dust to dust skin to skin never darken me again is not the lie mortal love exceeds immortal love greater than truth he gives all within the lie & exists more than the lie than to live to die as his shadow falls where the sun ends (vii) there was no path wending besides the river & every turning off fraught in yet another dread unmarked graves besides the gypsy camp small assorted bumps dry as the winter manure’s silage smoke adrift in woody knolls disseminates a silken net over a canopy of birds through the air of his hair places out of time await his shadow to haunt them as the birds sang & the ghost of the river calls him down to where the river never ends nor ever unwinds. Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2005 All Rights Reserved ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. A great deal of my life has been spent out of England, my mother's side is Scottish & I take the name Hislop, as writer's name from her family name. Bachelor in Arts (Hns). Philosophy & Religion. Manchester University. Resident at Pakistan, Lahore. Studies at Punjab University, New Campus, Lahore: Sufism (Tasawuf), Jalal-U-Din Rumi & Ibn Arabi. Sheffield University: Spanish & Latin American Cultural Studies. Resident in Spain from 1985 until December 1998 (Madrid and Salamanca): Resident at Salamanca, 1996-98: English Language teacher and translator for “El Ateneo”. Organisation of bilingual poetry readings at Casa do Brasil, Madrid Complutense University, Escuela Oficial de Idiomas, (Madrid Official School of Languages), Cafés Manuela and Magerit, O’Connors Pub, Madrid, El Ateneo and El Corrillo in Salamanca. Translations of poetry include 1927 Spanish Generation Poets: selections of F.G. Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Rafael Alberti, M. Altolaguirre, Miguel Hernandez and Vicente Aleixandre’s poems; and the Chilean poet Andres Fisher, Las Diosas Blancas an Anthology edited Ramon Buenaventura, an anthology of poetry Alchemy by Tessa Duncan from Spanish and James Stephens Fairy Stories into Spanish have been more recent activities. I hope to feature these, as well as introducing new translations with originals on my web page soon to be opened IBIS. I am interested in revivalist movements in modern poetry. Appeared in Dawn Millenium Anthology published by Kedco Studios & this year appeared in their Crystal Dawn Anthology. Frequently featured in the E zines Poetry Life and Times, Autumn Leaves, Sonnetto Poesia, Canadian Zen Haiku, appeared on Artvilla, Poetry Repairs, the Celtic Pagan Poetry Pages Journal, as featured poet in the Beltane edition & Ancient Dawn E zines amongst others. This year will publish own anthology Blue Corn which will incorporate performance, on web cam and voice recital with Kedco Studios. My present book After the Cave the Comet was published this month by Mystic East. Became a Resident Poet of Poetry Life & Times in January 2005. More of Robin's work can be found here:
Amparo Arróspide's Gift of Tongues: EXCLUSIVE NEWS UPDATE: Some of Robin's poems are due to appear in an anthology "Blue Corn", to be published by Kedco in 2005. 
Also Robin's exciting epic "After the Cave, the Comet" is now available for purchase either as a CD or Ebook at www.giftoftongues.co.uk
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Sappho's Odes 4. Like the Great Poets, I *
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,...
George Frederic Handel, from "L'Allegro"
[Parte Seconda, Air 32]
after John Milton's "L'Allegro"
1
Come unto me, all my Graces rosy-armed,
come, daughters of Zeus, our Divine Creator,
come, come and inspire me, sublimely charmed
with your holiness, your frail translator.
2
Come, divinest lyre, come unto me
and revive in me your mortal voice.
Come then, Muses, fair and free,
lend my tears to your immortal voice.
3
Come, come to me, Muses, now as you leave
the mansions of your smiling father, Zeus!
Now, Aphrodite, lovelier, I believe,
than your Graces are, sign in me your truce.
4
Fair, O my goddess, my golden tressed,
Come unto me, I long for you again!
Aphrodite, whom young Gyrinno's blessed,
yes, come. Come, salve my soul's icy pain.
5
Now I, wild, your messenger of spring,
like the full-throated nightingale who sings,
allow my poor lyre's strains to you to wing
on my stolen Olympian wings.
6
Even the finest bards of Earth may be
like roaming stars her plaintive silver moon
conceals when in all her fullness look! -- she
breaks on our wildest dreams from sleep's gloom.
7
Though I never may live to imagine
any girl who will hone her lyric skills
as I through futurity do, know my sin
is frailty. And I am left all chills.
8
All other virgin's paëns fade! I
raise sublimer music than them all,
I, your Lesbian singer, while I sigh
Apollo's wild songs, as I'm held in thrall!
9
Trilling more sublimely than any lyre's
notes is my graceful voice, purer than gold
is my every song that faithfully aspires
to sing all my joys to devotees untold.
10
Aphrodite, how like a babe I sing!
Hearing my stunning Odes, yes, all rejoice
in every strophe or antistrophe I bring
before your altar, according to free choice.
11
As often as I've danced in the company
of my Lydian damsels by your full moon,
seeing our rosy-fingered sunset flee,
how long may we dance before I too swoon?
12
How long will I outshine your dimmest stars,
the Pleiades, or I surpass their light
on the seas before our full moon bars
us all in clouds and clouds my dimming sight?
13
How frosty is your moonlight fallen o'er
our fields where their dews are shed . I weep
for poetry, while roses blossomed by our door
with chervil and melilot also fall asleep.
14
As often as I wander to and fro
before our bowered door, I recall you,
my holy Muses, and in the soothing flow
of my verse my soul pours out her rue.
15
In my visions have I watched you nightly,
Cyprogenia. Pray, how long may I lead
my gossamer chorus, born of Aphrodite
into moonlit fields, to share our high love's need?
16
Though, now that rosy-fingered Dawn
draws near, I wonder, as I shiver so,
Muses, will you forsake me like the fawn
Aphrodite left dying in the bitter snow?
17
Fair haired Aphrodite, if only I
might die like the little, newborn fawn,
whom shepherds found alone in snow cradled
in death on the approach of winter's dawn!
18
Knowing this, I pray I attain the lot
of bards who perished so long before me,
who knew no lamentation while they sought
to serve their wild Muses on land and sea.
19
Believe me, Aphrodite, see, I grow
weary of my strains, your strong immortal strains.
I beg of you, goddess, come in, bestow
Death on my verse, oracle of my pains.
© by Richard Vallance 2005
January 8 2005; revised March 17 2005
* All 5 of Richard Vallance's "Sappho's Odes", including this one, are
to be published in print in vol. 11 2005 of The Eclectic Muse ISSN
1181-8158 (Joe Ruggier, ed.., Richmond, BC, Canada) with an editorial
commentary by the editor.
RICHARD VALLANCE was Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945. He holds an Honours B.A. and Master of Library Science, and is fluently bilingual in English and French. He also reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well. He wrote his first major poem at the age of 18, in 1963. Richard has also distinguished himself in the field of library and information science. In 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers.
Richard has composed over 2,500 poems. He is the Chairperson of the Ottawa Chapter of The Canadian Poetry Association, website = Canadian Poetry Association: Affiliation Ottawa Chapter. He is also a member of The Canadian Federation of Poets, where he is the Canadian Federation of Poets/ Featured Poet (January 2005). Richard judges and pre-selects all rhymed verse poetry for CFP's official journal, POETRY CANADA. Richard's world class poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, which showcases over 40 poets worldwide. PLFFF features sonnets, haiku, contemporary and historical poetry. PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities. Richard is the Editor of 2 Canadian poetry E-Zines, Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508 and Poetry in Emotion = La Poésie à s'émouvoir ISSN 1705-4516, and is the editor of the sonnet journal in print, SONNETTO POESIA ISSN 1705-4508, to be listed in 2006 Poet's Market and distributed online by OpenMic.com. Creativity Pays (USA). Richard's poetry and sonnets frequently appear in such in print poetry journals as POETRY CANADA, POEMATA (Canadian Poetry Association), The Neovictorian/Cochlea (Madison, Wisc., USA) and The Nisqually Delta Review (USA). His CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, Kedco Studios, Las Vegas, NV © 2003, ISBN 1-878431-44-7, some 500 pp. long, contains over 130 of his poems, almost 300 haiku, 32 translations of poetry in ancient Greek, Latin, Italian, German and French into English poems by the author, a novella, DENIZEN, and the 100 + pp. essay, "The Historical Evolution of the Sonnet". He is the Editor-in-Chief of the all-new multilingual international poetry anthology, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry = le Florilège de la nouvelle Pléiade, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-8 to be published in the summer of 2005. Finally, Richard is co-editor with Sondra Ball of the USA, of the North American poetry anthology, The Human Face = le Visage humain, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-X, to be published in 2006. Richard Vallance moderates 2 major poetry discussion groups, The New Pleiades Mirror and Canadian Zen Haiku canadien. CONTACT: Richard Vallance
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THE CONCERT Impatiently the clock’s baton Taps the music to start up. The orchestra is tuning. I’ve heard a growling stegodon, The fluting zip of positron, The whine of humming magnetron, A loon’s tragic crooning. The melody’s been fugitive, The theme wholly evasive. The direction’s inconclusive. Anticipations are abrasive.. The composer is a mystery, With a foggy, misty history Evoking mass confusion As to the true conclusion. The orchestra should soon commence. The piece, of course, will be immense. And, hopefully, it will make sense, For up to now the tune-up has been looney. The clash of motivations With experimentations Is amorphous, a shapeless hapless discord, a din. The band is ready, waiting, The baton anticipating. The time has come for the music to begin. © Jan Sand, September 2005 MY GUY FLY A fly came by, a single, To sit, perhaps to mingle And stayed with me for a week or so. He watched me at my monitor, Inquisitive, an auditor, Fascinated by the pixel field. He twitched at marching spots, At winking blinking dots That slipped and flipped and finally congealed. I doubt he figured out What it was all about For who can know the mind of a fly? It must be automatic, Severely systematic And perhaps a bit dramatic And purposeful, no one could deny. But his sojourn was concluded When he assumed I was deluded That to watch the colored spots were worth my time. His own motivations With small reservations, Were more concerned with nourishment than I’m. © Jan Sand, October 2005 ADVICE The seekers after God must despair To find he’s not a guy with fuzzy hair. For that which fractures galaxies And fiddles with infinities Is hardly human looking, to be fair. It is, it seems to me, within reason, That that which snows the snow and sets the season Is a complex of the forces That keeps the planets in their courses. To think otherwise is a kind of treason. It’s obvious, what makes all things go In this dramatic fascinating show Doesn’t give a wit or damn For any mister or his m’am Or anything around at status quo. So it appears, according to what’s known That nobody’s on the other phone. You had better look around At where your foot hits the ground. I’d guess we’re each one on his own. © Jan Sand, October 2005JAN SAND is a poet and illustrator from New York (now residing in Helsinki), is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction. Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD. To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla. Back to top
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Sara L. Russell (Editor) 
Click Here for Sara's Illustrated Darcy Sonnets Page...
© Sara L. Russell, 2005
SARA RUSSELL Poet, cartoonist and short story writer. Editor of Poetry Life & Times.
Newsgroup signature was originally 'Pinky Andrexa, Last Of The Cyber Vixen Poets From Outer Space'.Won Internet Arts Award from Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press. Runner-up in Capricorn International Love Poetry competition 1998. Her website Poetry Life & Times recently won the Alpha Poets' Poetic Eyes web award. Won Poet of the Week in the Poetry For Thought group (The Globe groups) for the week April 28-May 4th, 2001, with the poem "If You Were Mine". Inducted into The Poets' Hall of Fame, 2001, and included in its anthology for that year. Recently broke several bones after falling from a train; now fully recovered after almost a year, and walking without a limp following a recent successful hip operation.
5 illustrated e-books published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press (most recent first): Worlds Inside The Head, Quickies, Spiders And Gliders, A Way With Words (in collaboration with four other poets) and Pinky's Little Book of Shadows. Also published in several Kedco e-book anthologies and Forward Press bound book anthologies.
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