Friday, July 17, 2009

Nearly two thousand revolutions came and went
before Friedrich sculpted his model
to honor he who honor honored,
he underneath the evergreens
where the twisting verdant ivy
to noble bones are humbly anchored.

His daughter, his sister-- she came naturally
not once to reject her liberties, Creon's civilities,
and found herself beside himself so honored.

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