Canto IV. The Garden of Dolores by John-Arthur Ingram
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Canto IV. The Garden of Dolores by John-Arthur Ingram

There are more things in the world to discover
More delights unheard of and unfelt.
Do you dream as I dream in my slumber
Of a place without lines without color,
A world where pleasure is the palace that rises,
And prayers are praises to the profane?

The Red of a Rose in Summer, when your will
Made us weep in the Fall,
Lies shaken on your lips as you breath colors
Too cold for the dead; too bold for the living.
Who are you that dwell hidden in a garden, where the Serpent First spoke
and tempted the law,
When the soil that gave life to a Man, then gave shame to the pleasure that drives him?

Then white ashes of dead lovers came down from the sky and took shape,
over the buds that
Bloom late in the Paradise Spring; and over the Tree that once blossomed
with Fruits too sweet
With the Riches of the wise and the eternal.
Now the soil hardens in the Winter with the blood of trespassers,
And we lie close to you under the blanket and dream of once was
And dare be again.

Who has seen, who has known her, the daughter of death and of Love? A vision and a Queen.
When the Poet brought you back from the ether
And renamed you, Dolores, a sister, a mother,
The Goddess of pain and exuberance,
What words did he use to enlighten you?
Who did he call to transform and embrace you with the hands
And the lips of laughter and lamentation?

All eyes, now cold from the Winter,
Were flames in the Vestals of old.
And all bruises were colors
Of violets, for delights that were driven too far.
When all that has been discovered is spent,
When all the desires that curiosity wished for have been seen,
Where shall you take us then? What new garden shall arise?
What new sins shall transmute us into servants again?

We shall become as gods like the Serpent of the Tree had promised, feared as our Father forbade.
Then rise from your ashes and remains, lay new soil rich from the vices you fed us.
A new world shall appear with the palace we dreamt of;
A world with new lines and new colors;
Made for the Prophet and the Pagan; the sacred and the profane.




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Canto IV. The Garden of Dolores by John-Arthur Ingram