Invocation to His Missing Muse ...

... in a mental block, Thea calls on two Classic poets to help find his "missing" Muse ...

 

Location: Pemberley

SLURL - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Pemberley/170/189/23

 

 

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MUSE

-Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin-

 

In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.

The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure

And harked to me with smile -- without speed,

Along the ringing holes of the reed,

I got to play with my non-artful fingers

The peaceful songs of Phrygian village singers,

And the important hymns, that gods to mortals bade.

From morn till night in oaks' silent shade

I diligently harked to the mysterious virgin;

Rewarding me, by chance, for any good decision,

And taking locks aside of the enchanting face,

She sometimes took from me the flute, such commonplace.

The reed became alive in consecrated breathing

And filled the heart with holiness unceasing.

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To the Muses

-William Blake-

 

Whether on Ida's shady brow,

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceas'd;

 

Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth;

 

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea

Wand'ring in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

 

How have you left the ancient love

That bards of old enjoy'd in you!

The languid strings do scarcely move!

The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!

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Done