Saturday, July 14, 2007
Golem: a prolapsed sonnet
If I had a time machine,
there's one place I would certainly go:
to that room, to that murky and flickering scene
(back thirty or forty years or so)
where they reared me out of mud
and slapped me into waking;
carved a word into my head, drew my first ever blood
-- one word only, and the air all shaking, shaking;
one word for all of my future time --
(a word I have never yet read).
............................
That's probably where I would go, just to know;
just to see what it said,
and if I rhyme.
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(links to golems here and here )
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