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Classical The dreamy melody, contracted and extracted (better posture from the Madame), in 3/4 time; the world played out sublime, with her presence in it. The slower bower, and the addition of the shower of star lights, raining down in deepest night. Three lovers bent upon another: the sun a th’ moon; the stars a th’ sun; the moon a th’ stars, chasing each a tail as a dog a car, with disastrous effect, and with no success. But the lovers play, away with the day, and ne’r forget the reason to be met. Some desire afire, gives magnet a strength; a condition for hire, may purchase no cure of apothecary; only in consummation do fires let be, grant free. Tremors in obscurity, rumble ‘neath a sea of earth in soil tympani. Hidden remains the day, and all things of day’s light—hence a flower in the night—she who misses, or is mist. The fog of vision in the lover’s eye, makes aimed-for things a parallaxed sting, and Cupid arrows loathe wiz by, unconnected to the resurrected singer of song high! or skyey declaration to tune; proclamation of divine ministrations, pulpitted from within sweet morality of a willingness to be. But what of cast adrift? of target having missed? Solo advancèd storm, for the stars, the moon, the sun? or mixed dance beneath the Hierophant? Blessed-then Roman comedy of romance, portrayal of a part in cosmic order, for variations of a theme, and entertainment for a nation’s lovers. Shall a happy lovely be? or pending grimace to posterity? Rigors of a mortise pulled free of its tenon.
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Behold the poetry of S.R. Osborn at full voice in this landmark fourth collection of 238 new poems, featuring two in-depth interpretations. Find perfected the author’s trademark style of deconstructing the many facets of a moment of Beauty, revealing the sole unifying Essence. Revel in this rare experience of mind, heart, and soul. '….Hidden remains the day, and all things of day’s light—hence a flower in the night—she who misses, or is mist. The fog of vision in the lover’s eye, makes aimed-for things a parallaxed sting, and Cupid arrows loathe wiz by, unconnected to the resurrected singer of song high! or skyey declaration to tune; proclamation of divine ministrations, pulpitted from within sweet morality of a willingness to be. But what of cast adrift? of target having missed? Solo advancèd storm, for the stars, the moon, the sun? or mixed dance beneath the Hierophant? Blessed-then Roman comedy of romance, portrayal of a part in cosmic order, for variations of a theme, and entertainment for a nation’s lovers. Shall a happy lovely be? or pending grimace to posterity? Rigors of a mortise pulled free of its tenon.' —excerpt from the poem Classical
About the Author
S.R. Osborn was born in Willard, Ohio, on July 17, 1963. He is a graduate of California Lutheran University, and lives in Yonkers-on-Hudson, New York. Previous works of poetry include Song of Earth, Inquiry into the Sun and Memories of the Ocean. For more information on the author, please visit www.srosborn.i8.com Cover graphic by Ron Heck. Reprinted by permission of Mari Andrus, with thanks.