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[...] till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, [...]
--John Milton, opening of Book 1 of Paradise Lost
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Nine Muses dancing with Apollo, by Baldassare PeruzziCourtesy of Wikipedia
Write Intent
Paradise Lost, he wrote, calling on his muse and for balance,
like when I pled, “Spirit, move within me!” following church elders.
How to push out poems like Milton’s wet womb
of a world releasing jaguars wholly perfect,
untortured as of yet by man, still unnamed?
I no longer wait for my muse’s voice, waiting to create
justice, but if she comes with comfort, I will kiss her
traveled feet and ask for Milton’s power.
Copyright Xiomara A. Maldonado 2009
Paradise Lost, he wrote, calling on his muse and for balance,
like when I pled, “Spirit, move within me!” following church elders.
How to push out poems like Milton’s wet womb
of a world releasing jaguars wholly perfect,
untortured as of yet by man, still unnamed?
I no longer wait for my muse’s voice, waiting to create
justice, but if she comes with comfort, I will kiss her
traveled feet and ask for Milton’s power.
Copyright Xiomara A. Maldonado 2009
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