I call to thee, O’ sweet Mnemosyne

Gaia’s fountainhead; spring of memory,

Pull forth from thine father of the heavens

Thy legacy of Devine expressions.

 

Call into being, O’ mine Oracle,

All thoughts visceral and primordial

Lest they escape into oblivion

To sup waters of Lethe’s dominion.

 

Bring out the host, O’ Devine Memory,

As I genuflect humbly before thee

And quaff the elixir of passing time

To hold its hand in remembrance of mine.

 

 

 

by Karen Sullivan

Form: A Horatian Ode