Delphica, Gerard Nerval

Daphne, you know that old affair under the
Sycamore leaves, or at th’ashy laurel’s foot;
Vnder olive & myrtle trees, willows’ tremb-
Ling, this love-song that keeps starting over

Again? Do you recognise the temple’s tow-
Ering steps, citrus fruit you sunk your teeth in?
Or grotto so dangerous to unwelcome guests,
Where ancient dragon’s seed lies vanquished?

Those gods you’re always crying to will be back,
Time’ll bring the order of our former days back a-
Gain and ground be wracked with air of Prophecy.

But while gods fateful prophetess lies Roman sleep-
Ing faced under the Arch of Constantine, there
Is nothing to disturb the crushing stair.


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