Happy Feast of St. George, patron of England!
The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.
-- The Red Angel in Tremendous Trifles
From "The Queen of Seven Swords":
"St. George of England"
Mine eyes were sealed with slumber; I sat too long at the ale.
The green dew blights the banner; the red rust eats the mail.
And a spider spanned the chasm from the hand to the fallen sword,
And the sea sang me to sleep; for it called me lord
This was the hand of the hero; it strangled the dragon's scream,
But I dreamed so long of the dragon that the dragon was a dream:
And the knight that defied the dragon deserted the princess.
Her knight has stolen her dowry; she has no redress.
Mirror of Justice, shine on us; blaze though the broad sky break
Show us our face though it shatter us; shatter and shake us awake !
We were not tortured of demons, with Berber and Scot,
We that have loved have failed thee Oh, fail us not !
with gratitude to Dr. Thursday...
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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