There is a water,
\ncool and bright,
\nbeside an orchard.
\nBeneath those trees
\nthe sun seldom
\nshines
\nexcept to nurture
\nfairy circles of grass,
\nsoft and thick
\nand made for resting in.<\/p>\n
In that orchard
\nthere are many fruits,
\nsucculent,
\nsweet,
\nnew-sprung for
\nspring-time
\nadoration.
\nPagan in their
\nnatural depiction,
\ntheir like exists
\nnowhere
\nelse
\nand there is nothing
\nin the wide world
\nthat feels as they do
\nin the mouth,
\non the tongue,
\non the lips.<\/p>\n
In that orchard
\nthere is a linden
\ntree
\nthat blooms all
\nthe year round.
\nA pillar of the nine worlds.
\nWhite, silken blossoms
\nthat drop in the wild
\ndark beneath the trees,
\nstirred and shaken.
\nThe whole of the
\norchard is scented
\nwith them until even
\nthe gods themselves
\nare distracted
\nfrom their thunderbolts
\nand their lightnings
\nand come to be fascinated
\nin their breasts
\nby the fullness of them.<\/p>\n
I would take you to
\nthat orchard
\nand I would ask the universe
\nto see you,
\nmore cool upon my skin
\nthan the coolest water,
\ndarker and brighter
\nin my soul than the shadows of
\nthe orchard.
\nWith your glory, soft and thick,
\na wild thicket.
\nMore heavenly to breathe
\nin than my beloved linden
\nblossoms
\nand better,
\nricher,
\nsweeter
\nin the mouth,
\nupon the tongue
\nand the lips
\nthan any other fruit
\nthe gods can despise
\nfor its perfection
\nand nurture for fear of ruin.<\/p>\n
You are my sustenance,
\nthat which cools me,
\nthe darkness of my passion,
\nthe thunder and the lightning
\nthat drives me across the
\nface of the very world
\nthat I may come to you again
\nand make love to you beneath
\na linden tree
\nso that we can forget the gods
\nand so that they
\ncannot help but remember us.<\/p>\n
And when all of that is done
\nand we have shaken the roots
\nof the ocean,
\nwe will rest and be content
\nbeneath the laden branches.
\nThey will be content with us
\nbeside the cool water
\nand we will be new fruit
\nfor a very old world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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