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Titus Llewellyn Poem
Part 1 - A raven alone, ravaging around in the darkness.....
i.
Ultimately aware, suspense is such, though truly I am sensing,
something dark diverting mind withdrawn, the silence muttered,
since melancholy holds suspicion where to probe now prodding
conscience, bearing likelihood to regain an imaginative murmur,
simulating facts begin, traumatic err significant more murmur
whose sigh, did reach it firmer.
ii.
Will it disclose all wanton fact, since who's to believe the inevitable
would be playing dead, instead, being near would insist to portray
Me of course, despairing how distraught you are, shows nodding,
includes who's prodding who, if it were I then, Corvus muttered?
ancients merely Thracian, lying there for ages, as nothing muttered,
it may have course, had uttered!
iii.
Sought to thinking, I aught may sustain lifting, instead of panic,
did misread your fright, I leant towards you, not to squander,
though considered not to wander since crows retain to gaping
at the perils associated with delving icy stares who had uttered
nothing to portray, looked around, to gaze myself, who uttered
a murder of them, had cluttered.
iv.
Sanctuary my friend, yourself mobility, it shows you are without ,
"Crows", said he, Or if you know, it's a naturally smooth wait,
FATE, it would leer at you to suggest where you are, it's no less
than what dislodges you, stagnate, agnate besides has loitered,
rain or wind, to deride the raven's welcome, had noise loitered, --
to observe you, rightly tortured?
v.
You stare transfixt, standing back to back, before what yearning,
seems, to what must now linger on, with several steps to adjust;
turn around, first entrust that having woken, my other half, finds
respect is due, your name is half a token share to stow beware,
a stern beguile, if still enclosed then trauma of what is to beware! --
if fortunate to please, if to prepare.
vi.
If unaware to yearning has no knowledge of being so battered,
it appears you've picked up upon yourself indulgence seeking,
"Solely," share with no-one, should it assist your whereabouts?
Trust would insist you upright your stance on thinking, feathered -
perhaps you are featured in as much hardened, being feathered;--
it shows a somewhat eerie weathered!" --
vii.
Cling on proclaiming what is utterly wrong with someone blaming
the raven, who had leapt out at you, has upon settling, is without
forgetting those who've browsed their suspicions, a matter of fact
would need to impact upon their part in seething what is tethered,
accusing black denouement as to whether both have been tethered,
freedom to ask if life's too revered!
viii.
Allegedly accepting fate, believing what did stature know of,
what of late did knowing death request I do, if to understand
how underhand would gaze and grip on who is smitten here,
to meet so nice a foe, indemnity between living and loving,
forgiveness aids perception, to whom it learns from loving
whilst grey leads black with gentle shoving.
ix.
I'd half managed the unsightly gain of saying sir, "how politely",
you have lifted your sighs beyond a means to defeat your allies,
mine perhaps relying on that raven, saving my life from being
dull or drab, you will find this, you are being proud and upright
about life or death, remain to be breathing, and it seems upright,
share a craven's nightmare to mean uptight.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2018
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Titus Llewellyn Poem
English Translation
BOOK 1
Proem
Nature, as one to another it seems bad omens,
envois, at entering at this stage of preliminary
dictates our way of thinking, worship saddens;
He, who follows many years, having mastered
what can only be dedicated once only, he too, 5
Lucretius sculptures and engraves upon given
to exonerate the few, prevents who'd challenge,
that I, for living too his death shall be rectified.
More can be disguised of this natural habitat;
arbitrary affections him this beginning life you 10
carrying on his works by the modern means
following, and follow him like a glide-bearing
hero of the past, whose realm would imagine
selflessness would caress upon many pages
upon the sense of denial to repent against the, 15
means of depicting heroes do, when go fetch
It would throughout time and space, fetch far.
Forage is to study, my works of unforeseeable
futures, are his so clearly seen to be absorbed
Intention is by virtue to find truth good reason. 20
I would amble on covalent, being discretionary
by the term matter, to abstain willingly enough,
madness which follows from many years work.
Thereby, depicting madness, the living memory
Of one, who so focused on himself, for them, 25
appraisals which help him get over what some,
common folk call insane, there is nothing bad
sad about getting away from all of this world.
If I am to be looked at in the same vane aspect,
Non existing would have travelled all his books 30
He’d have noticed nothing, disclaim having read
Giving praise alone that unknown lies imminent
Whose stature is the living memory of a mentor.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2018
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