#hippocrene

[illustratus]

Minerva's Visit to the Muses by Joos de Momper

[mvaljean525]

With you, I sup on singing birds And drink hot sunlight cooled with clouds.

With you, I ride the slanting winds, Toss coloured balls back and forth over the moon, Swing up through trees, And slide down swiftly upon beds of irises.

When you are here, we stack words at the end of a rainbow And bowl at them with swans' eggs.

We run races through grass to old bronze temples, And sitting under marble porches, Count daisy petals to the tapping of a bell.

We leap from steeples, And land in flowered palaces.

In cedar-scented parlours you tell me tales, Long, slow tales, strummed lightly on a lute; And I lie on blue cushions and watch the sea and hear your voice.

With you, I do all these things — How therefore should I care to gabble with the donkey-men, To gossip with the old women who sell turkeys, To watch my next-door neighbour plait her hair and lament the untoward price of butter.

Until you come I will sit here alone, by a quiet window, And, with a fine brush, trace little pictures To show when you return.

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Hippocrene

Amy Lowell  1874-1925

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Graphic - Henry Ryland  1856-1924

[365-songs-a-year]

Hippocrene

Ananga Martin - song - 2024

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