Gladness November 11, 2007

 

“I am aging now I know;
That was many years ago,
Yet or I shall rest below
    In the grave where none intrude”

-EASTER EVE by Archibald Lampman (1861-99)

“Now this garden was named the Garden of Gladness and therein stood a belvedere hight the Palace of Pleasure.”

-Arabian Nights

Blind in the wake of light, the Fool hurtles

through the land, a rosary of footprints

in the hands of the blind lady of the desert.

The years with their peculiar flavors

waft by him. In a long garden of gladness

he spends his nights where

none might intrude.