Monthly Archives: January 1972
Of the Blessed Divinities,
Swirls not within my blood I say,
Shunning extra-human affinities.
I say, I swear, by the River of Oaths, Styx,
Never shall my blood with that of the gods mix.
And I who have said it,
As the flowering shrub,
I do naturally immortality snub.
– Robert Sandberg
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, — , Virtue (1-4)
The bridle of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.