Satyr In the woodlands of the world’s dimensions Goatish men roam, laugh their outlandish laugh That identifies each self from the chaff Of cheerless men. They are aberrations Who seek out hidden beauty, consummate Their lust and longings in the high grasses. Nymphs scatter before them, coaxing blushes Into creation’s garden. The vulgate Of nature is well parsed from higher rites, Angels dimmed by wantonness. Here I sketch One newly alive, a fiery blackguard With unpleasant visage. He joins the knights Preserving Eden. Club in hand, the wretch Understands his fate. Art does not reward. Dennis Daly Dennis Daly lives in Salem MA. he has published six books of poetry and poetic translations. His 7th book, The Devil's Artisan, Sonnets From the Autobiography of Benvento Cellini is now seeking a publisher. His blog site, Weights and Measures, is dennisfdaly.BlogSpot.com.
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