A Bundle of Myrrh by John Gneisenau Neihardt

By John Gneisenau Neihardt

First anthology of poems released by way of John G. Neihardt; good bought.

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Neihardt XXVI ACROSS THE SEA OF CENTURIES D EAD Kin of mine, o savage ancient Kin! I call to you across the night of years, I reach out groping toward you across the sea of centuries! Mine eyes are dazzled with the light of Now; Mine ears are weary with the babblings of the overwisel A far-blown spirit, half conscious of an ancient bigness, Unable to forget the good huge lusts of old, Refleshed in weaker flesh than thine (Once mine I) o ancient Kin, I blunder, blunder, blunder in these modern ways.

A time to dream of winter and to mourn; To hear sad tunes; To yearn unto the far and shadowed bourne Of perished Junes. Yet not for me this drear autumnal mood, This winter fear; I view from no dull mental solitude The aging Year. For me-the memory of sun-shot days, Nights kind and warm; 17 A Bundle of Myrrh Moons purpling the weird star-enchanted haze; The April storm I The rain's drone on the roof, the wind's lament Among the trees; These make me hear through days of warm content The hum of bees.

Mine eyes are dazzled with the light of Now; Mine ears are weary with the babblings of the overwisel A far-blown spirit, half conscious of an ancient bigness, Unable to forget the good huge lusts of old, Refleshed in weaker flesh than thine (Once mine I) o ancient Kin, I blunder, blunder, blunder in these modern ways. In the ways of men too sensitive I stumble! This frail and hot-house body shrivels in the heat of mine archaic breathing I The sun of old-world wildernesses arouses me at dawn, And, half awake, I breathe the breath of Gallic forests; 45 A Bundle of Myrrh I scent the good blood-tang of primitive fights; I nose the steam of kettles and the hunks of brawn that fed me and my Kin.

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